I drank the sky, opened my mouth wide, my teeth flashing, cameralike, in the sun. I meant to stutter an excuse, offer an apology, sing the praises of someone not me, but something fuzzy and cool, like gossamer or lavender cotton candy, spun inside. Well,…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
“Evolution has no place in Christianity”
“Evolution has no place in Christianity.” Oh how many times I’ve had that said to me! But here’s the thing, stick around, you’ll see– I’m living proof they coexist even inside a single being. Evolution doesn’t just mean dinosaurs, or 65 million billion years, or…
The trees rubbed their branches together with a terrible screeching sound. The birds moved blackly away. Insects were silenced by the violence of the outburst. The smaller creatures began to sway. Then the rain came and beat like glass across the forest walls. Death came…
HOUR 6
FOREST DEMON If he’s warped, then so am I. I feel his madness deep within my cold heart. He screams, thinking no one hears him, no one can help him, but I hear him. Over and over again, the same awful screech, the same complaint. Can…
Breathe
I do not always rhyme while writing but when I do there is a wonder, what drives this silly mind? It is like Dr. Seuss on crack the flow~it is unstoppable when the soul is open~flowing Baby steps they say, and one has to begin…
A Georgian Bay Haibun by Ingrid Exner- Poem 6
The water gently and rhythmically lapped against the sides of the canoe as the bow cut through the blue water. The canoe rocked gently almost lulling us to sleep. Everywhere you looked, it was a panorama of natural beauty. Blue Spruce and white pine rose…
Poem (#6)
Jar of daisies sit Their beauty so simple Often ignored
Looking Out
Inside today: inside my house, inside my room, inside my bed, inside my head. This is the price for two consecutive days of activity. Behind the netting, an open window. Open curtains too, now that the glaring sun is in retreat. Air-holes made for this…
V. Ode Upon an Alligator
Please don’t pet the alligator, don’t throw rocks and aggravate her. With her crooked, toothy smile, She can chase your for a mile. And DON’T go riding on her back, Or she may have you for a snack. On this, your life may just depend,…
Prompt 6: The Secret Sea Haibun
I didn’t intend to sleep. I simply longed for the ocean. Poor facsimile, I found a YouTube sound file–eleven hours of waves crashing on an anonymous beach. Earbuds in, I closed my eyes and fantasized of a castle on a shore in the mist, myself…