Small Hands

 

Small hands

Too full of big breezes –

Bright crash of a kite

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This poem was written for Carpe Diem #590, Kite (April 2014) Reprise, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.  I think I might be late posting, but all of the poems in the link-up can be read here.

Wind’s Blue Chant

 

Wind’s blue chant

Makes red leaves jump –

Autumnal sax

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This poem was written for Carpe Diem “Sparkling Stars” #11, Jack Kerouac, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.  All of the poems in the link-up can be read here.

Hype

water

When I walked across the water it was a mistake, it was hype.  And hype is like a virus, it eats up everything else.  But water is only molecules, like the ground is only molecules; the difference is irrelevant.

Life isn’t molecules, whatever the evidence says.  And the message wasn’t irrelevant, whatever the evidence says.

I wanted to talk about simple things, things that anyone can influence.  But people flinch at that.  They cling to hype because it seems unattainable, so then there’s no pressure to attain it.  I should’ve let myself drown that day.  The cross was hype, too.

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This piece of flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday.  Here’s the link to the stories and this week’s picture is at the top of this post, copyright The Reclining Gentleman.

From Aquileana’s wonderful posts about Greek mythology, I’ve read a lot about hubris, lately – and so… a reboot of the saviour of mankind.  Meanwhile, to maintain the cosmic balance, here’s a quick word from Richard Hell.

In Little Lights

 

In little lights

Cast by haiku –

Shapes of embraces

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This is another poem written for Heeding Haiku With HA: Festivities, in which we were invited to celebrate Diwali by writing about darkness being invaded by light.  With this poem I wanted “an atmosphere of festivity,” as HA described it.  It’s also meant to celebrate the spirit of engaging with other writers from across the world, which blogging allows and which, in my hippyish moments, I kinda dig, y’know?