from your Grandmother (a free form haiku)
You and he alone, a loaded gun between you. We all died that day.
two
why bother
trying to sleep
when your neighbor
decides
to mow his lawn
on Saturday morning
be patient
wait for the sound of silence
to return
a quiet only interrupted
by the longing
of the birds
prompt #2 ~ magic
Prompt #2 ~ Magic
The red-bellied woodpecker flies over the windshield
We almost collide.
In another world, we do, but there is only wings
now stretching from my shoulders
as my silver hair reddens and the air lifts it like feathers
Only wings, a hunger for so many decades
for so many earthbound
The wheels continue down the road
You do not notice I am gone
a tethered bird left behind
while I climb the wind into the clouds
Beside you, the bird that wears my face
is still, only her head turning from side to side
as she wonders like I have like I do still
at these flightless creatures
set free only in the wake of wreckage
Magic Or Black Magic?
In the darkness
She felt serene
Yet
Always welcoming
The danger unforeseen
In the silence
Everything felt like a dream
Sometimes
Such that,
It could not be seen
In everyone’s eyes
She was a queen
But
She longed for the one,
Who was unseen
In daytime
She needed hustles
To calm her mind
But
Midnight was the time for her to shine!
Through the pain she had been
Seldom was she
Harsh and mean.
She was –
A confused soul
In search of herself
With her blood so green!
Blue Rose Ali
BLUE ROSE ALI
Born with blue roses
instead of hair…angel Ali…
Wonder to behold
Children were afraid
to get close except for
Joey…ghetto boy…
They stared shyly
at each other from afar
Joey knew he loved her
As they grew older
Ali loved Joey back
with silent smiles
Ali couldn’t talk
Joey was a lonely waif
reaching one day
to touch a blue rose
It fell to the ground
They were amazed
Ali tried to pull
a rose that wouldn’t move
They were baffled
Each day Joey would
touch a rose and it would fall
Ali loved his touch
Just a few were left
Joey couldn’t help the kiss
It was magic then
The roses dropped
Most glorious hair fell to
her shoulders…Joey
stared in awe…it was
the color of sun
Her eyes turned blue
They married next year
far away in a meadow
where nobody knew
Ali could speak now
and the beauty of her words
Were “Joey…I do”
A storm arose
Instead of thunder, rain of
blue roses fell down
Guests were amazed
and to this day the meadow
grows with roses of blue
© Diane Morinich
All Rights Reserved
Magic- Hour 2
I used to dance in magic
I swung my arms and the world sparkled in it
I could see it in lifelike trees
Fairies in forests
Magic communicating in a cat’s meow
A bird’s song at daybreak
Magic was all around me
It swirled me in it’s possibility
Now it is reckless
Pointless
Waste of time, effort
Life has become the day to day
Getting by
No time for fairies and fantasy
No time for unicorns and dragons
Magic is still there, sometimes I glimpse it
Hiding behind a tree
Watching me from a rainbow
Sleeping in mountain sunlight
late in the afternoon
Waving at me from the stars on a summer’s eve
Begging me to dance in it
Fill my soul, bask in it
But I am too sensible now
Too based in reality
Too grounded in pain
To see the wonder I loved
Entry 2 Half-Marathon 16.00 EU time — Five Solstice Haiku
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the solstice
on the swing I watch
the flowers fade
solstice events
the neighbour’s television
and barbecue
start of summer
two hours added
to happy hour
solstice evening
the end of the schoolyear
and my mortgage
the longest day
a hundred and nine essays
waiting for feedback
Virtual Racing
Run girl, run
There is only you
No spectators cheering you on, no competitors to keep you going
How do you perform, when your competition is yourself?
But don’t you realize, when you run a virtual,
You are in the purest form running has
You are on your own
You must cheer for yourself
You are your competition, drive yourself forward.
It is all in your head. The race is all in your head.
Show yourself what you are made of.
Prompt 2-Magic
And lo, I stood above the clouds, breathless
Flying birds beneath me swirled, restless
To travel beyond my elevated sight
Everything for once seemed right
Revolving around the planet I saw it all
Now below there was a war
Only hatred flowed with ignorance at its core.
Older than myself no creature could end it
Not even the gods of heaven could mend it.
Doubt filled me and I sank lower
Regretting my perceptions of power
Even the winner would find this war saddening
After losing so many, it could be naught but maddening.
Many would perish, as war was hungry for more than pie.
Still, we can stop it, you and I. Twas just a prophecy, perhaps a trick of mine inner eye.
How Could I Forget June the 9th (A Nonet…. Hour One)
June the 9th
(How Could I Forget?)
I finally filled the calendars
Birthdays and anniversaries
Occasions to celebrate
Flipping through the pages
It occurred to me
What I missed
Most was
YOU
***True story: when I finally sat down and finished filling out my calendars earlier this year (okay, so what if it was mid-March?), I was flipping back through them and realized that I had completely left off June 9th, which is my late husband Rickey’s DOB (pictured above). He passed away in the fall of 2012. Forgetting his birthday like I did, even almost seven years later, really cut me to the core and hurt my heart. I’m sure it seems silly to some folks, but it was a major misstep to me personally.****
(A nonet consists of nine lines, with a syllable counts as follows: 9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/1 so the poem appears to ‘disappear.’)