Hay Bales (A Haiku)

On my way home from work, I drive by an empty field with hay bales scattered about.

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Hay bales like tombstones
marking where the cows should be
on the grassless field.

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Eyes (A Pair of Katauta)

Eyes so beautiful
kept inside a Mason jar
after you have died.

I gaze into your
lovely soulless orbs, floating
wishing you were here.

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The Spiral Artist was “trying to come up with something sweet one would say to a lover”. I gave him a hand. . .and a couple eyes. 😉 I rewrote my answer in a pair of Katauta (both 5-7-5).

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The Monsters (A Cascade)

The monsters have arrived.
We stumble down the stairs,
leading to our end.

We stare into the flashing lights searching for the source.
The music is their heartbeat, their shadows come alive.
The monsters have arrived.

The lamp lights’ tricky flickering mock our panicked hearts.
Running for the sidewalk’s open maw,
we stumble down the stairs.

The last train left at midnight. We enter a dinning hall.
They say we’re late for dinner. We’re chased along the track
leading to our end.

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I really struggled with this one. Apparently, I’m either not ready to tackle a Cascade style poem or didn’t allow myself enough time to straighten one out. The first stanza started with three lines then went to five which meant more stanzas with more lines. Finally, I cut it back to three lines to keep things simple and call it a night.

Can you believe OctPoWriMo is already halfway over?

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The Mister’s Lament (His Free Verse)

Hot cookie
Hot drink
Hot wife
Too many hot things
in my life.

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The Mister doesn’t usually craft poetry. We took an unplanned walk around uptown, bought chai lattes and a pair of cookies. It was a bit chilly but he complained about being hot. I said “Of course you’re hot. You have a hot drink, a hot cookie, and a hot wife.”

As we walked back, he came up with the poem and was quite proud of himself. He told me I should “write it down because it’s poetry”.

So I did.

And, yes, he knows it’s being posted for day 15 of OctPoWriMo. 😉

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Once Upon a Silence (An Acrostic)

Once upon a time,
No body made a sound
Cities full of people never speaking
Everyone was silent.

Until one day, something happened
Perhaps it was many terrible somethings or
One unspeakable event
No one knows for sure but —

An atrocity opened the mouths of millions.

Suddenly everyone was screaming
I
nfinite words, spoken in many tongues by marchers
Lining the streets to protest
E
vading the silencers, refusing to back down
N
ever had there been a more awe-inspiring uprising
C
enturies from now will see the effects of the storm that burned
E
ntrenched practices to the ground.

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This isn’t my first acrostic but it’s a nice form to try on again. I wrote Mood Ballad during the A-to-Z Challenge this past April.

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