24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Haibun…Murasaki
Carnation Purple
Temporal color and form
Pantone petals bright.
First time smelling your sweet breath or is it the baby’s that you hold so dear? Your presence signals that all will be well, gracing my home when all is in order. You are a “just because” celebration.
So vibrant you are
You, a hue like no other
Perfect for momma.
High above the city
With my face pressed against the glass
I watched the lights dance
with the people,
looking like rhythmical black specs
jockeying for position
on the gray pavement blew
He writes with his actions
rising from his bed each morning
grabbing his coffee before he
confronts his computer screen
Rising from his bed each morning
he remembers a fragment of a dream
confronts his computer screen
and begins typing his intuition
He remembers a fragment of his dream
because it wakes him up abruptly
and makes him type his intuition
so he does not forget to follow it.
He writes with his actions.
The trunk is straight all the way up
With branches at 100 maybe 110 degree angles.
Half of the trunk is lighter than the other half
But the line doesn’t go straight down the middle.
Leaves cast shadows on the trunk
And wounds from cut branches are dark like shadows.
Leaves in the sun are a brighter green than the shaded ones.
The sky behind it is a single bright blue with a dash of clouds.
The trunk texture is mostly vertical lines.
The leaves are small. They will require a little brush
Some moss grows on the bottom right side of the trunk
Most of the smaller branches go straight up
But the leaves still hang downwards.
This will take a long time to paint.
A half a million visitors with
a million feet
loving the meadow to death
now march in step to the photo op
of the magical carved granite
They liked to ride on my back still,
the small people,
when we walked these planks.
The body to body time
made us one
in a way that the passing of the years
could not trample.
Japanese Beetle, you buzz my head as if to say “Ha! Farmer! Your organic concoction cannot kill me! I shall eat your figs and gnaw upon your melons! I shall flay your squash like an armored green warrior upon soft sand. Watch in awe as my iridescent green wings escape into the sun.” I cannot deny your beauty, Beetle, nor your sharp jaws as they ransack my village of beans. Had I but a sling and arrow, I would pierce your armor with a toothpick! But you out fly and outrun me, you gorgeous pest!
Hot Cinnamon Spray,
Bear thee to a beetle’s heart,
Venom of the wasp!
walkway
a waterfall’s whisper
a glimmer of fishes
a duck’s joyous landing
a bobcat’s silent paws
©Ardelle Hollis Ray
S o what if we are apart,
We will always share, just one single heart.
The separation we are bearing,
Will one day prove to be fruiting.
I still remember the moments that we shared,
And how unknowingly you have always cared.
Your small and cute deeds,
Have always helped me in my needs.
So what if we are apart,
I will never forget you and your smile at all.
The way you looked at me was so amazing,
That it always made me feel sparkling.
But sometimes I get irritated at your site,
I think it happened because I had a little might.
Still you never bothered to feel bad,
And with my rude behaviour you never get sad.
It sometimes becomes difficult for me to understand you,
Your strange behaviour make me miss understand you.
So what if we are apart!
I don’t care about that,
As long as we share just one single heart!
heart centered life is
a frequency one can tune into
bliss
Money is my friend,
Money flows to me with no end.
My life it is ready to mend;
Come into reality my pretend.
Money flows to me with no end!
I am deserving, committing no sin.
With visualization, reality from pretend;
My birthright of riches, Universe resend.
Committing no sin, I deserve good!
Health, wealth and a woman that could!
Universe sends my birthright as it should.
And on my confidence I have stood!
A woman that can is my wealth,
I’m prepared and completely stealth.
Confidence leads to my total health!
And inside my mind is my commonwealth!