Redux
she, being pristine
deserves all the finer things
simply elegant
Originally posted 4/9/2019 on I Write Her.
To The Manner Born
Tag: senryu
Stylish Story
Redux
Time for bed, long day over.
her thoughts slow
tired
needs her bed now
slides under clean sheets
sighing now
her nerves easing up
last minute thoughts swirl
one more solution eeked out
returning to calm
tiny drips of rain
nature’s language speaks outside
lulling her to sleep
wind
wafting through
the open window
caresses her blonde hair
sweetly
But this woman named Bocks
mightily tossed and turned her locks.
Diligently tried to get settled,
to feel tucked in and nestled.
Shouldn’t have had whiskey on the rocks.
She
wishes
for a quick
turn into the
void.
It’s
slow to
happen though.
Turning, tossing
She asks “When will this sleep finally come?”
slowly
but surely, dear
your dreams are calling you
today becomes a memory
drifting
Finally, she sleeps!
Eyes fully closed and relaxed.
Slight snores can be heard
escaping from her moist lips.
Little tics move her fingers.
dreaming
floating on air
meeting her younger self
the mini-me says hi to her
hugs, kisses, joy, and fun to be had now
playing high in the clouds with glee
such a good time they had
with each other
dreaming
But
now it’s
time to go
back to the real
world again. So sad.
Wake up, says the alarm!
Time to get up for work now.
A new day to do it over
again, only to head back to this
bed once more to slumber very deeply.
Can you identify all the styles?
Originally published April 1, 2019, on I Write Her.
Staved Off
Redux
tragedy, angst, fear
escapism needed now
dreams save a kid’s life
Posted originally on I Write Her, 3/28/2019.
Safe Haven
the external cold
attempts to cross boundaries
internal warmth saves
**NOTE – I feel like I’ve done a SenHai Saturday poem in one, not two.
Animus
Redux
this rage pouring forth
an explicit emotion
directed at you
Originally posted here on I Write Her – 2/19/2019.
Climb Higher
Majestic
in awe of nature
so prominent and regal
takes my breath away
Discovering
Redux
within the layers
go deeper in to find me
it’s all there for you
Originally posted 1/11/2019 on I Write Her.
Muted
tossed on life’s trash heap
been silenced by tragedy
hard to rebuild strength
Sadly, the inspiration for this piece comes from the recent devastation of Hurricane Helene in North Carolina, specifically regarding the horrific situation my dear friend, Gail Leadenham, had to endure. Thankfully, she is alive, but she did get injured. She lost her house and the wonderful Cerebus, her puppy, who I got to know when I visited this past August. You might remember the Wordles she and I wrote while I was there—Two Creatives Getting Creative.
While my poem speaks to the incredible sadness of the situation, I hope you can find it in your hearts to aid her during this challenging time, showering her with love from afar and helping her return to some normalcy with your support. Every bit will help! Thank you!
Unflinching
paused with intention
laser-focused on the prize
success in the pounce
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