NEW YEAR’S DAY

 

Lying on a hammock under

trees brimming with summer

I gaze at the undersides of leaves

and birds’ nests. An inverted

green dome.  A cathedral of calm.

 

Caressed by breezes laced with

the fragrance of wood smoke,

jasmine and river-breath. Trees

drop their leaves and birds their

song. Little gifts of benediction.

 

The sun through the leaf-lattice

twinkles like bits of broken, yellow

glass, like the deity in a stained

glass window, playful not solemn,

playing hide-and-seek with me.

 

Blissfully unaware, unmindful

that on its third satellite the

inhabitants have broken time

into pieces and labelled them

for convenience and celebration.

 

And so, we send fireworks into

the air and make resolutions,

forgetting, quite ungratefully

it is the fireball in the sky that

got us through yet another orbit.

 

Suspended

(100-word flash fiction)

 

The chair topples on the first kick. As if on cue, she steps outside herself.

 

She is amazed at how the body is wired for survival, as she watches the legs, puppet-like, kick into thin air. Chest straining, by habit, trying to suck in air, so abundant outside. Face crimsoning as blood rushes to her brain. Bells going on inside, screaming ‘Mayhem!’ ‘Mayhem!’

 

She loses all sense of time. And that dreary greyness that had festered inside her like a light-sucking ghost. She crackles with an aliveness her body had never felt. Unimaginable lightness fills her being.

 

The door opens.

 

~~~

Rochelle has posted a lovely image for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Photo  © Ted Strutz

Death poems

On dVerse Poets Pub Gayle sets the challenge :  To write in haiku or tanka style, to the theme of Jisei (Japanese death poems).

Gayle also says, “In ancient Japanese, Chinese and Korean cultures, a practice was used at the time of death to capture the last words spoken. This practice was called jisei (in Japan) or death poem and is the “farewell poem to life.” Jisei was written by monks, samurai, the literate and poets of these cultures. One of the earliest recorded jisei dates to 686 C.E. (Common Era) or in Christian terms, B.C. (before Christ) with the death of Prince Otsu who was the son of Emperor Temmu of Japan.”

 

JAPANESE DEATH POEMS – tanka

 

I hear the sea sing

in my veins, of homecoming.

Save your salty tears

 

for life and its sorry tales,

not me. I am going home.

 

~~~

 

This vain, heavy shell

I no longer need, fading

softly like daylight

 

surrenders to night, sighing

soft promises of return.

 

~~~

 

This shell will return

to its womb. My sinews will

turn into roots, limbs

 

into tree-trunks. And my song

will trill out from the tree tops.

 

~~~

 

Soon, I will be rain,

falling on seeds, springing them

into life. Lusty,

 

fecund, virile, alive. Death

is a mere wisp of a veil.

 

~~~

The time to leave

(100 word flash fiction)

She gazed up from the asphalt at the open window from which she had just been thrown, desperately willing his face not to appear.

She couldn’t move. A chill was moving up from her legs. Her vision was starting to fade as blood seeped into her eyes.

She heard footsteps. Furtive ones. Then, his voice in her ear, a menacing whisper, “You don’t get to decide when to leave. I do.”

His smell, once loved, now loathed, filled her nostrils, gushed into her lungs sucking the breath out of her.

That’s when she remembered the gun strapped to her waist.

~~~

A bit too graphic and literal but my muse won’t give me anything else today.

Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt is by Birthday Girl Princess Rochelle who is alsa our Prima Donna hostess.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Luscious with light – haiku

Sagittarius moon
full, pregnant, luscious with light
new beginnings

 

The moon laughing steals
my sleep. I give in gladly
to grand thievery

 

Visions meld with
poems written by moonlight
on naked skin

 

imagine being
moon-soaked / dream-drenched / ethereal
nothingness

 

The moon does not know
it has entangled my soul
in webs of delight

 

I come undone
and then all of me is gone
only light is left

~~~

For the Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Spring – haiku

~~~

spring comes stealthy
sap surging up bare branches
bud burst and bird song

in my heart core, words
break their long winter of soul
on page, blood spills

Spring strides susurrus
tossing mane of green
tinkling flowers

I welcome the sun
in joy, my heart keels over
old lover

~~~

Creative February 5 – Bump – haiku

My friend delivers
bump turns into baby girl
twinkling angel eyes

~~~

because of the bumps
the brook babbles, murmurs, sings
songs of freedom

~~~

bump in the carpet
things tucked away forgotten
festering wounds

~~~

For NaHaiWriMo prompt – Bump