Poem Six ~ In Death Valley

The truck broke down outside of town. Without gas, without energy, he waits in the metal sheet bed. Sweat brims on his neck, making his shirt sticky. The sun is brutal, but he knows that it will get dark soon, and with dusk comes relief….

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…

Swing Song: a haibun

As a girl, young, bordering on naïve, I had a tree swing. My stepfather climbed the backyard tree to tie the ropes with hands that were accustomed to being fists. Hour upon hour I sat in the swing listening to the ropes creak and the…

Compatible We

Am I? Am I poetic in my flow? When the bloom of my lips open like a flower and the words that I speak flow like dew dripping from its tip Does it look like poetry? When my motion around you draws a gentle breeze…

Hour 6 Prompt – Haibun

I relocated to a new city for work. It was my first day at work, and I was so nervous seeing the list of things to be completed. I was feeling unwell due to the tremendous change in the climatic conditions; I had a high fever and a…

Poem 5

With Love – Phone   I am a phone, Whose throne, nobody can own. The one who has a ringtone, Follow order like a line of stone. I am luckiest one here, Nobody can think to go without me, anywhere. I loved by everyone, More…

Keep plodding! #4

“Horseback through the mountains, Trek up the hills, Use a kayak through the churning rivers.” Those were the rules given- at the bus stop by the water fountains.   Dehydration and exhaustion, our two main foes. Spinning heads and aching bones yet we go on,…

If my laptop were personified #5

What if my laptop were personified? I ask myself on a sunny day. It would have fainted at the slightest of turbulent weather. And it would probably have inhuman DNA.   Won’t connect to the wifi, battery would die in less than two hours, I…

Home full of Human “Nature”

Days like these offer no time for resting. Sun beams lighting up skies of wonder and opening doors for pleasant pondering.  A towel laid out on a warm sandy beach is the vision of where I see myself. I open my eyes. The dark sky…