American Haiku – Winter Solstice

Sun hides inside cave —
America’s winter comes
we hold on for Spring

Posted to Frank J. Tassone’s American Haijin Haiku Challenge #12.  The challenge word(s) are “Winter Solstice.”  I thank Frank for posting this on his blog, allowing us to be unconventional at times with our approach to what would normally be traditional Japanese forms… except very few of us speak Japanese… and even if we did, we’d bugger up the forms, because they are a part of the Japanese culture.  I’m thankful that our Japanese brothers and sisters suffer us in our ignorance and conceit!



Too often
it is the wings that catch
my gaze.  Oh, I may glance
toward the tail, the head,
a fleeting glimpse.

No, ‘tis
the wings, their length and set,
that draws my eye.  How they flap,
pull as the elusive quickly slips by.

You’d think
I would notice markings,
color, or they way she holds
her feet in flight.

But no,
it is always the wings…

the wings that carry my dreams.

McCrunchy’s Café: The Second Shift


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Come on down to McCrunchy’s Café
Come on down today!

 For breakfast you’ll fare the most –
an ironic side of bacon,
unchallenged eggs over-easy,
even some wry toast –
one jittery cup of coffee; to-go.

Come on down to McCrunchy’s Café
Come on down today!

Our lunch (en)counter opens atten(d),
Waitresses waiting impatiently.
Pisan(der) glass, a friendly complement
To our whopping burger, king-
sized, prized for spies(ed) fries.
Cokes lined up and straws await.

Come on down to McCrunchy’s Café
Come on down today!


Posted in d’Verse Open Link Night

This is my completion of Jilly’s half-poem challenge for Jilly’s December Casting Bricks Challenge.  It’s based on a loosely-translated Chinese idiom, “Casting bricks to find Jade.”  It came from young poets posting graffiti poetic lines in hopes of drawing master poets out to complete the poem.  …or something like that.

Anyway, this is the sixth month of Casting Bricks.  The fun is both in the challenge of completing a half-poem in the voice and tone of the original, and in bringing a poetic challenge to post.  Feel free to join in!

Groovin’ Ice, Princess!


National Geographic

She’s here to groove,
and let loose with some
well-rehearsed striations.

The dudes just wanna
leave their chatter marks
on the tired ears of anyone –

“Arete, ladies!  What’s
your sign, what’s your sign?”

He’s one of those erratic
types; tip of the iceberg
is sharp, the rest is nothing
but blunt and grating.

All she’s here for is the horns
and the wicked beat
of the drumlins.

“This place has become
a cirque, girls.  Let’s hit
the trough somewhere.
I could go for a moraine

“Ah, ladies!  Don’t go
glacial on me.”


Posted in dVerse Poets Pub where Lillian is hosting Poetics.  She’s flung out the prompt, “Groove.”


A Petition: That We Might Repeat History

To cover our sins.

O Lord, O Lord!

To propitiate the keepers of opinion

let us level the promontories,

remove the way-posts,

allow the pathways to overgrow.


Then let us go down to the river.

O Lord, O Lord!

Let us bathe in…

Sing it children!

…gargle with…

Preach it brothers!

…and drink deeply of the blessed Lethe.


Amen and amen!


Posted in dVerse Poets Pub for Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft.  The requirement is to use symbolism.


Nativity Naivety


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They ventured
out, mysteriously drawn
by an odd juncture
of heavenly lights –
star aligned with star.

Soothsayer, astronomer,
and alchemist on a sojourn
in search of the unseen,
in hopes of encountering
the unimaginable.

We live in reasonable times.

Magic and mystery have died
in the presence of a posteriori evidence.

Only a few are inspired
by the visit of a cradle.


Posted to dVerse Poets Pub where it’s Poetics.  Lillian is hosting, and has set “visit” as the magic word.


“Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?”

— W. B. Yeats, No Second Troy


Upon first impression he struck
her like a match… incendiary, consuming.

She was drawn yet cautious, having
been burned by several iced “lovers,”
who sought to conquer but not save.

From the tower she’d built to isolate
her passion from being besieged
recklessly, she focused her glass

…and toasted him from afar.


* — pyr (fire) + lysis (a loosening, setting free)

Written in response to Jane Dougherty’s, A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty Nine.  This quote was too good to resist!

Posted to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night.



Steps to Change

If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading. – Lao Tzu

in, have a seat, meet
the group.  Just a few incisions—”
Say what?

Looking for a change,
pulling for a change,
praying for a change
need a change.

Could use some change.


Call-backs few.

No good news… yet.


Posted at dVerse Poets Pub for Poetics.  The key word is Change.