Humanyms

Haikuesquies

Some dozen shortie poems. Suppose I’m making up for lost time of not posting much poetry here. There is always my pure poetry blog, Poetry Spring to check. That link’s always on the sidebar.

Let me know if any of these strike your fancy.

-a-
through the cutwork
of her dress
skin to not look at

-b-
near-steam shower droplets
mist onto my morning-cold fist
drip from it, chilled, as if
in each digit were coiled
refrigerant.

-c-
pressed by the crowd
a pickpocket jostle-bump
grabs my map-bundle

-d-
touching acrylic goose
mischievous grin –
how neighbours would hate it

–e-
under the skirt,
heavy duty
garter belt &
legwarmers

-f-
minus 22
all 8 of the window panes
the same perfect blue

-g-
snow squeaks
like new leather
ih ih ih ih
like an ass
backwards
hello

-h-
DOA

don’t be doing that
hurrying to cross
ball of foot slides
years of headlines
flash wide eyes:
women slips
on snowy curb
killed on impact

-i-
the empty dog dish
- heavy rain plays
thumb piano

-j-
mind too tired to read
but like an aunt
eyes insist one more

-k-
unintentionally
have you ever folded a bank note in haste
to slip a tip and realize you’ve dipped
deeper and given 20 more than the 5
you intended but look at the smile.

-l-
stepping inside
shoulders lower
into the heat

–

Poetry Quote: “Hiding in the concrete-celled city, /my head is full of another country’s snow, “ from Counting Winters in Los Angeles from © Neil Aitken. First published in Poetic Diversity Nov 2004

Poetry Link: Neil asks and answers: What makes a poem good?

Featured Quote: “It is tact that is golden, not silence.” ~Samuel Butler

Word Chain: waif, wafer, logjam, leg-jam, legroom, bridegroom, bedroom, tureen, stirring, sterling silver, gold, old, melody, melodious, odious, odor, stowed her, cloves and baby kid gloves, myrrh, frankincence and mirror, gilded roses, glided o’er, giddy, fib, fibber, bib, bidet, g’day, heyday and halycon daze, sun’s rays laid flat as satin, choral latin lain, plain site, take a fright, take a freight crate, clipped on the nose, cash on the barrel head, flick hair back from those baby brown peepers

Menu:
Margheritas (not the drink kind, pasta filled in this case with asparagus and leek) with Pete’s szechuan tofu sauce, green onions, peas, brussel sprouts, broccoli and elderberry juice on the side.

Soundtrack: Keith Jarrett’s The Koln Concert (thank you public library)

Reading: Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (thank you again public library)

XXIII, “Ah make the most of what we yet may spend/before we too into the dust descend/dust into dust, and under dust to lie/sans wine, sans song, sans singer, sans end”

Xmas Link: Suggested Titles for book buying for every age, courtesy of the Ottawa Public Library

Lightly: From McSweeney’s Lists, E-Mail Addresses It Would Be Really Annoying To Give Out Over The Phone by Michael Ward

MikeUnderscore2004@yahoo.com
MikeAtYahooDotCom@hotmail.com
Mike_WardAllOneWord@yahoo.com
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One1TheFirstJustTheNumberTheSecondSpelledOut@hotmail.com

PSA Link: A yahoo story on the art of regifting