Beauty and Innocence

For Kerry’s artistic impressions prompt over at Real Toads. A 55 word poem.

Beauty and Innocence

“She looks like a sweet little lamb from afar, but when you get close, you find out she skinned and ate the damn thing just to use it as a coat. She’s a beast.” – J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

Strange beings walk the forest at night.
death in their hands,
evil at their back.
death looks beautiful
but it ensares you
in its grasp.
You walk with innocence
until the snake wraps around you
and the maiden draws the knife
slowly across your unwitting throat.

Eli Edward Evangelidis (2018)
Used with Permission

Haibun: Forest Peace

For my prompt at Wednesday Muse and for Poets United, Midweek Motif: Peace

 

Haibun: Forest Peace
“Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.” John Muir

These woods do not care about my problems, my joys. They have seen my tears and heard my laughter. They exist and have existed long before my great-grandfather’s grandfather. Deer walk here unafraid, birds nest and raise their families, small animals live and die. Owls hunt and crows observe. I stand in the middle of it all and breathe – in, out, in, out. I lie down against the damp fragrant earth and look up at the roof of leaves, the straight strong trunks, the fragile twisted trunks, the rain dripping from the leaves. I store up strength and peace and calm like a spiritual battery. I cannot stop smiling.
forest temple lures –
cedar incense – cardinal bells
peace reigns in this world

copyright kanzensakura

Memorial

copyright Kanzensakura – my father, far left, Paris, 21st birthday

Memorial
“The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.” – Douglas Macarthur

My father, aged 21, in Paris. He had left the horrors of Omaha Beach behind him. This was his 21st birthday and his two best friends celebrated it with him. I look at his smile, insouciant, not showing the future of night terrors he had until he died. The flag was folded and given to my mother at his funeral; it was inherited by me when she died. When I think of sacrifice, I think of those bodies floating in the bloodied water that he said they walked on to get to get to shore, when they landed on that horrible beach. When I think of memorial, I think of those of us left behind who remember those we love who have traveled on before us.
Memorial Day –
the sound of Taps floating
across the cemetery

Anniversary

For my Wednesday Muse prompt at Sunday Muse Blogspot. The topic today is “anniversary”. There are all kinds of anniversaries: wedding, enagagement, the death of a loved one, adoption of a child or pet, buying a house…one for every day of the year and to spare.

Anniversary
“Maybe that’s enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind, no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom … is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.” Anthony Bourdain

the days run fast
as a shooting star,
dropping through the blackness
of time.
You put the noose around your neck
and jumped –
falling through the blackness
of time.
I watched my mother dying,
her light dimming as a star
falling in the black ocean.
I remember these times
with tears in my brain.
I remember these times as I remember
the scent of faded gardenias
turning brown in the summer sun.

Haibun: Moon like cream

For Kim’s prompt over at dVerse. It is Quadrille Monday Today she delights us with “rich” and all the meanings of the word. I offer a Haibun in the manner of Basho.  a quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words sans title. A haibun is a true accounting of prose ended with a seasonal haiku.

Haibun: Moon Like Cream
“The stars are brilliant at this time of night
and I wander these streets like a ritual I don’t dare to break
for darling, the times are quite glorious.” Charlotte Ericksson

The overwhelming smell of honeysuckle wrapped around my head. I stared up at the blue flower moon and inhaled deeply. The moon is the colour of rich country cream – double delights on this night.
honeysuckle
dipped in  the rich cream
of the full moon

Haibun: Eta Aquarids

Every year the earth passes through the remnants of Halley’s Comet. The dates of the Eta Aquarids are approximately April 19 – May 24. This is a haibun for De’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse. The word for the day is “up”.

Eta Auqarids
“When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.”
William Shakespeare

In the pre-dawn hours of Monday, I sat in darkness watching the Eta Aquanids. Up in the sky I watched the earth passing through the remnants of Halley’s Comet debris – an incredible display of fireworks.
Halley’s Comet –
flaming grains of sand
lighting the heavens

Eta Aquarids May 2019

A Little Drama

For Margaret’s Photo prompt on Real Toads for day 28 of NAPOWRIMO. Two pictures in the several given appealed to me.


Desperation

“The mass of [men] live lives of quiet desperation.” Henry David Thoreau

The cat is desperate.
the woman holds on tightly –
she found the cat in the street
and rescued it, thinking she was doing it a favor.
The cat wants to go to her kittens
hidden under a basket in the back
of the abandoned store but the woman keeps hold,
never realizing she is condemning
the tiny blind kittens to death,
staring out at the street
into herself and not the cat.
anyone can see the cat is desperate.
anyone but the woman.

Unidentified Woman ca. 1950’s – Walter Silver Photographs

She stares out at the city sky –
staring at the almost invisible clouds
eaten alive by the pigeons
who perch on buildings
storming the air with their inevitable
cooings.
she remembers the country
from which she escaped years ago,
the house filled with too many people,
the ragged wash hung out to dry.
all she wanted was to be alone.
now she is alone –
except for this cat she picked up off the street.
the cat doesn’t like her.
but still she clings.
A sad little cat is better than nothing.

House with trees and clothesline – Walter Silver Photographs

 

 

 

 

 

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