Wooden Heart Haiku
Is this Tin Man’s heart?
Carved from bleeding wood for chest
Sad beats burden breast
The Perfect Day
Eyes drift open
Yawns fly from my lips with a buzz
My arms stretch the lengths of the earth
And it’s time to go
Car gulping down gas
My map tattooed into my skin
Icy water ready at a snap
Music swelling and falling
A cast of characters take the stage
My confidants, soldiers at war
The war is a good time
Amazing food in abundance
A woman named Joy stretches my face into a smile
Laughter so true my stomach is rock hard
Glittery rain falling
Warm in the arms of friends
Life becomes a spy movie
Chasing villains that aren’t there
But we feel important
We craft gadgets and gizmos
As the day closes we will not relinquish
There are more jokes
More hijinks
More happiness
We are kids once more.
Prompt #6: ideal day in sensory details
Vacation before the time of plague
Outside the French doors, dawn stirs.
Tide is out. Sand stretches into the horizons
like Christmas Eve – filled with possibility.
From the kitchen, espresso’s dark fragrance
curls, floating on the breeze from the patio.
My beloved has made the trip to get coffee.
Pelicans soar through the panel of sky
between roof and balcony rail, silent silhouettes
against the cloud-brushed blue.
Soon the sky will dominate this cool tableau
vivid yellow shafts of hot light, scorching sand.
But for now, the day unfurls gently. The sea blossoms.
Ma’at, Goddess of Truth and Cosmic balance
Ma’at: Goddess of Truth and Balance. Through, her and many I promote nonviolence and quietness. And I pray that people would find the righteousness through spirituality. And I pray that we view people with hospitality and generality and move nations to neutral and less brutality.
Serenity
Celestial sky still water
like deep crushed velvet
as above
so below
what am I but a firefly
enamored by your mysteries
Marvelous day
The chill is over
Lives be cheer
Days are longer
A new month is here
Colorful tune
Giving sing
To a new moon
Wonderful birds
As the world turns
Some may not sense
The new air
Gentle and dense
Here we are
Embracing a Marvelous day!
@Mejia – Hour Six
Take a Moment
hit pause
look upward
feet grounded on earth
sky sifted through leaves
down to my eyes
fractals finding a home
in my mind
I inhale
I exhale
I lose balance
and smile
[Prompt 5: photo of sky through trees]
Hour 6: Rain
A soft wind carries
our laughs, our voices
to reach the distant-most memories
The water is cold
I don’t like it but
it’s still fun
To dance in the rain
with you.
My heart is full of warmth
Discordia (Eris), Goddess of Strife and Discord
Discordia: She gave a golden apple to the Three and she loves to spread strife and discord for you and me. Spreading chaos from Thailand to Iceland, and handing out golden apples for the ego in all of us for you and me.
Wandering (Acrostic)
Willow bark topped with leaves
And glazed with golden sun,
Never was there another place
Dominated by the most lovely of life.
Energy and peacefulness is all around;
Riches of gold are no compare.
I am lost, of course, but I care not,
Nothing else shall make me happy:
Green life widens my mind.
2:00 PM Poem
Elizabeth Wingert