Dream Seed

Swollen face summer

Shredded shoulders wrong color

Shed blood feeds dream seed

For Haiku Heights #47 prompt slavery

Inky Spin (Wordle 7)

Sarah Joncas

Inky Spin is a rock star

Gaudy

Unafraid

Not so common in a suburbia kind of way

Sexy and famous in darkened arenas

Yet

Her arms scared with bites of purple blaze

To help her lyrical intercourse with the stage

Gaudy and unafraid

Inky rocks

Her latest single was called, “Undulate”

She had no idea what it meant

But loved the way it sound sung sultry

While she undulated under spotlight’s glaze

Gaudy and unafraid

BUT

There’ve been murmurs from her entourage

Inky’s lost her mind and cries when she’s alone

Her moral compass spins uncontrolled

Chambered in the dark abyss of echoed fading cheers

Inky Spin was a Rock Star

Gaudy

Afraid

So very common in a meteorite kind of way

Beware (Carry on tuesday)(Revised, I shouldn't be allowed to write late at night)

Thomas C. Fedro

Beware of eyes glow red in dark,

Of cries of wolves with howling bark,

Thoughts of scamps wearing dresses tight,

That blind your mind from morning light,

Come away from asp's sweet perfume,

In hidden dens of darkened rooms,

The dawn comes quick to bathe your mind,

Night is plotting to steal your rhyme.

NOTE:  The prompt this week at Carry on Tuesday is the line, "Beware of thoughts that come in the night."  I used each word to start a sentence.

Captain Cobb (3 word wednesday)

Note:  The prompts for 3 word wednesday were Alter, Fond and Tranquil; HOWEVER I thought FOND read FOUND and I am not going to re-write this :).  So I'll be two-thirds on topic. lol.

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Laura Barbosa

Captain Cobb:  Neptune's Revenge

Drunken song of missing sailors disturb the tranquil sea,

The fog of night its darkness damp sinks hope they will be found,

Hope is weighed with anchor low on ocean’s rocky floor,

No lantern lit or captain’s wit can alter future gore.

The pirates’ skiff, a creeping crypt of killers, floats a stern,

It won’t be long; there’ll be no song from sailors lost at sea,

Their treasure chest of golden coin will sail with Captain Cobb,

Tranquil corpses found afloat won’t alter pirates’ greed.

Captain Cobb will sail away with treasure not his own,

But Neptune’s might and anger flamed will alter plans of foul,

A giant wave from tranquil seas will swamp the pirates’ ship,

The gold will sink on Cobb’s wet grave by no man to be found.

Moon's Eye (magpie 68)

What do you mean the moon can’t see me or who I want to see?

Someone stole the moon’s eye?

How can that be?

How will I know Gigi and I are still connected?

I encourage myself every night with those words.

Old fashioned?

We don’t need the moon’s eye anymore?

Of course I don’t have internet, picture phones, or any other fancy gizmo.

I never needed them.

Are you telling me technology overtook faith?

I’ve always had that saying; the comfort knowing the same eye that saw me could see my Gigi and vice-versa.

Who stole it?

Venus?

How could a planet steal another planet’s moon eye?

Jealousy?

Venus thought it would be a more appropriate place for the eye?

I can’t see Venus like I can the moon.

No I’m not going to buy electronic gadgetry when I have a perfectly worded poem to use.

Now who is looking into this crime?

No one?

Out of our hands?

Its cosmic law and we have no jurisdiction?

And they ruled we have Micrapple Technology and don’t need it anyway?

How insane.

What good is the moon now?

Tides!

Who need tides when I can’t see my Gigi through the eye of the moon?

We meet on the beach.  I scattered her ashes in the ocean.

I’m not crying.

Have you ever seen the moonlight glimmer off a still ocean night?

The peace it brings?

The moon kept us in touch.

I see the moon,

The moon can see Venus,

And Venus, the bright morning star,

Can see who I want to see,

During certain seasons of the year,

That is.

Foxglove White (one shot wednesday)

I am in the mood for a cup of tea

Sleep’s been mocking

Nights have been long

Even in spring’s corner of the year

Foxglove White is the finest brew

For longest rest

I yearn for

Rest

I yearn for

Refuge

My heart’s weak

Takes breaks between beats

Voice and vision taunt

Sanity bleeds

Grief’s cutting lashes

A child laughs

Under green trees over green grasses

Swings in warmth

Below a deceitful sun

Joyfully singing near

Too near

Foolishly near

Where my Foxglove White

Still grows

The poisonous plant

Remains

For one reason

Alone

I am in the mood

For a cup

Of its tea

I cover my ears

With trembling hands

Under blue moon light

Her final song

Stabs like knives

Over

And over

And over

Each night

I’m so tired

So very tired

I don’t believe

In green anymore

The sun’s a liar

I want to savor the flavor of Foxglove white

Before dawn birds take flight

I’ll sleep

Finally

My rest steeps in steam

For the final dream

But again

I can’t drink its pleasure

A breeze from the underside of green

Whispers

Please

Let the cup cool

And again

I can’t sip death’s release

I’m in the mood

But

You keep sitting next to me

Wanting me to believe

Once again

And

Each night I choose

Life

Not knowing why

Yet

One day

I’ll understand why you didn’t leave

The fragrance of your breeze

Why you hold my hand

Why you love me

Why you believe in me

Still

One day

I’ll thank you

One day

I will

Her Soldier (Form Monday-One Stop)

Warm breath births chill bumps
Trickling down
Neck’s back
Arms
Tingling in concert
Accompanying her
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Butterflies tickle
Fevered ears, red,
Whisper his name.

Every heartbeat
Keeps time with hope.

Memories with wings, soft voices and tender touches.

“Let my soldier-man be safe, Lord,” prays the wife.

Amen!

A Romantic Setting (Haiku Heights)

Porcelain is love

The most romantic of prompts

I sit and ponder

Note:  The prompt this week was porcelain.  I went straight to the throne for inspiration.

Half-ness (Friday Poetically)

How can the same sun

That made your face glow

When we were first one

Be the same sun

I hide from

In the half-ness

Of our home

Stray Rays (Poets Rally 45)

There’s rays

That stray

From the straight line

Of the sun

Pouring light

On my night

When darkness spills

From your eyes

Hope explodes

On curved roads

Through old leaves

Of this dream

I believe

In love

Though our bed stays half made

Harp strings

Slits of bright

Vibrate soft

Angel’s sing

Heart’s sure

As I tour

Memories

Of green days

I believe

In love

Though granite doesn’t lie

There’s rays

That stray

From the straight line

Of the sun