Saturday, February 23, 2013

Coffee


I am addicted
to your bitter flavor mixed
with sugar and milk.



Okay, that's my last haiku post for today. :D

More Haiku for You


The cold gray buildings
stare unfeelingly at me.
I wish there were trees.

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Little squeaking sound,
I hear you but can't find you.
Please don't be a mouse.

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Red, orange, yellow,
green, blue, indigo, violet:
colors of skittles.




Random question: Do skittles come in an indigo color? 


Nature Haiku


Pure, white, pristine snow
caresses my cheek and falls
to the dirty ground.

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Goodbye snow and ice.
Hello to grey skies and rain.
Bring me some flowers.

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Oh naked branches,
clothe yourselves in hues of green
and spring forth your fruit.


Haiku about Lilia

A pink butterfly
flutters on a bright yellow
onesie of a girl.

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Bubbles float around
her head until one settles
on her nose and pops.

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She crawls back and forth
expending energy that
I wish I could have.



Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Blackout Poetry - Deep Magic

This is my other blackout poem that I wrote for swap-bot. I created it from page 185 of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis in his larger work The Chronicles of Narnia (my copy has all the stories of the series in one book).

Deep Magic
By Candace Shultz

The warmth of his breath came over her,
and she covered him with kisses,
her eyes very bright, limbs quivering.

He was beautiful.

They rolled together
in a happy laughing heap
of arms and legs.

It was like playing with a thunderstorm.

And when they lay together
panting in the sun,
no longer tired or hungry or thirsty,

All was golden.


Monday, February 11, 2013

Blackout Poetry - Incompatibility

I entered a swap at swap-bot involving blackout poetry.  I chose Pride and Prejudice page 162 for my poem.This is one of the poems I sent to my partner, titled Incompatibility.

Incompatibility 
By Candace Shultz

Her deeply-rooted dislike of man
Did not vary for an instant.

When he should have hope
He had doubt and anxiety.

Colour rose into her cheeks,
And she said,
If I could feel, but I cannot.
I am sorry.

His eyes fixed on her face,
His complexion pale with anger,
The disturbance of his mind visible.