Leaves II

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Leaves II
“Tears are words the heart can’t express.” Gerard Way

Leaves falling like tears this All Hallows Eve; it ends in tears anyway.

Ashes

For Sarah’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, a tribute to Bladerunner, one of my favorite all time movies directed by one of my all time favorite directors, Ridley Scott. We are to write a poem using our senses, like Roy Batty in his ending speech in Bladerunner, the famous Tears in the Rain speech.

Ashes
“That barren pasture. Empty, and salted. The dead space between the stars.” – Niander Wallace, Bladerunner 2049

the sweat rolling down my back
that hot southern morning –
the sweat rolling down my back
and mingled with the tears.
the ground was hard like cement
and I had to take the axe from the
trunk of my car
and beat the blade into the ground
to break it up with an engineer’s hammer.
I finally was able to dig a hole
deep enough to pour
your grey ashes into it.
At the foot of your mother’s grave.
the sweat rolling down my back
that hot southern morning.
your pansy brown eyes looking into mine
that last day. I dug the hole
remembering all you had seen and heard
and shared with me.
gone forever except in my memories,
washed away with the sweat dripping down,
down onto the soil.
I covered the ashes with rocks.
it began to rain, one of those
sudden summer showers. I cried when I
got back into the car and watched
the rain pouring down the windshield.

scene from Blade Runner 2049 in the snow at the end

Haibun: Oops!

For my Wednesday Muse prompt:  I Love to Laugh. A haibun. A prosimetric form that is true and ended with a seasonal haiku. Jeff was my dear friend who reminded me a lot of Robert Preston in Victor/Victoria. He committed suicide last year 6/7/2018. I miss him greatly and he still makes me laugh.

Oops!
 “A friend is a gift you give yourself. “Robert Louis Stevenson

We had a new employee coming into our agency. My supervisor assured me I would like him. Jeff was introduced to us at a unit breakfast and the supervisor was right – we took to each other like pancakes and maple syrup.

The next day we went out to lunch. As we were walking down the hill to a cafe  the elastic in my underwear snapped. Slowly my underpants creeped down. I kept stopping to pull them up. Finally Jeff said, Girl, what is your problem? I confessed. My elastic snapped and my underpants keep slipping. We stopped while Jeff pondered for a moment. I know. You slip into this alley way and shuck them off. I will stand outside and guard you. So I did. Luckily I was wearing a denim jumper.

Jeff asked me what color they were. I asked him why? He grinned and said, If I see a drunk wandering on the street wearing them as a hat, I just want to identify the owner.  I giggled . Fuschia .  We went back to the office laughing uproariously. We laughed about this for years . It didn’t help that we had gotten high as kites while out of the office.
hot summer in the city –
alleys hide secrets in them –
laughter lasts forever

Seagulls

For Kerry’s prompt at Real Toads, Let’s Be Imagists.  As a Note:  T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound are two of my favorite poets. I fell in love with them when I was thirteen.  This is Day 25 of NAPOWRIMO.

Seagullsj
“Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear.” Ezra Pound

Blue sky
White clouds
Black rocks
Green ocean.
Seagulls dive cutting the scene into
ribbons

Namida 涙

grief shatters: explosion
of tears, a breaking of
heart barrier with pain

For my Friend Jeff: 11/16/1951 – 08/04/2013

優しい雨

invisible night
rain: darkness weeps – tears not mine
blind my drowsy eyes

 

rain

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