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Why? #haibun #nonet

Blackhole Mind

Why?

Billions of galaxies filled with billions of stars.  Although they say there are limits, for all practical purposes, it is infinite.  And then, from an unremarkable, insignificant dust speck in this seemingly infinite Universe we look up at it all in wonder.  We want to reach out and sample the vastness, wrap our imagination around it, but then on the other side, it is scary, it tests our ego, afflicts the very nature of our being.

A bit of animated matter
Making the effort to survive
What is the meaning of it?
A strange anomaly
Denies entropy
Grows more complex
Beyond that
It thinks
Me
I
I am
I must be
Make the attempt
To understand all
Actively seeks out
Weathers the many trials
More than unchanging matter
A will and a spirit to thrive
To find a place in the Universe

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  The words this week are “Try” and “Life“.   This week I chose a Haibun composed of a Nonet, well technically a Double Nonet.  Note – Colleen is taking a much deserved break for the rest of the year :)

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Follow Me #nonet

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I cannot escape you if i try
Roaming farther in the morning
Very close now it is noon
A ghost in broad daylight
Constant companion
Fair weather friend
Smiles in light
Sun child
Shade

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  This week was a “free week” where we could choose our own words.  My two words were “spirit” and… guess ;)  This week I decided to try a nonet.

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The photo obviously has nothing to do with the poem, but ;)  WP is not letting me look at my photos – I can only see the last handful.

The Battle for the Garage

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PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen

Oh, what an awful sight
When the lawnmower and chainsaw
Got into a fight

The oilcans stood in a row
Making slow turns as the fight
Moved to-and-fro

The snowblower looked away
Knowing the winner would
Challenge him some day

The spade whispered to the hoe
That what caused this ruckus
He just didn’t know

The rake put a dollar on a bet
That the lawnmower would survive
And win this fight yet

Just when it seemed it would never end
That the fight must go on all of the night
A human stepped in
And turned on the light

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Nick Allen.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

(Doesn’t it look like those oil cans are watching something?)

Hunted #etheree #doubleetheree

Death
A demon
Heartless killer
Relentless pursuit
Across frozen wasteland
Cruel eyes seeking my essence
Looks for my warmth on frigid plane
Follows my foot prints across the snow
I don’t dare turn to see how near he is
Not much further and I will find shelter
I approach a bunker full of friends
No fears can follow me in there
Helping hands reach out for me
A place out of harms way
A place of comfort
I have escaped
No more fear
Secure
Home

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  The words this week are “Cold” and “Safe“.   This week I chose an Etheree, well technically a Double Etheree.

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Note – Fiyero (my boxer) resents my insinuation that he is a coldblooded killer ;)  Yes, that is him up there chasing his “sister” Idina through the snow….

Time and Photos #tanka #haibun #haiku

Eagle

Time and Photos

Photos beyond count
Raw statistics in folders
No time to revel
I have snapped many pictures
But have left them unopened

I open the ‘Explore’ on my computer and go to photographs.  There are folders ordered by dates staring at me.  Each folder contains a lot of photos, dozens, hundreds.  I leaf through some and find them both familiar and unfamiliar.  I have seen very few of them since the moment I clicked the shutter.  There are birds and people.  There are rabbits and buildings.  There are trees and lakes and seascapes.  Pictures of merrymakers reveling at a wedding reception, dancing to loud music.  Birds sitting on quiet shores or soaring majestically through the air.  Where has the time gone?  Why can’t I just sit down and go through these pieces of memory?  Perhaps even post some on my blog  Ooops, where has the time gone!?! I have to get back to work!!!  Bye… Continue reading

Today #tanka #haiku

Storm-Clouds

It’s a slate grey day
Relentless cold rain beats down
Summer is long gone
I want to go through a book
Curled up on a nice warm couch

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See the wet cool words
Mild but not agreeable
November showers

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  The words this week are “Pleasant” and “Read“.  This week I wrote a Tanka and a Haiku.

And yes, 40 F (4 C) and pouring rain today – my least favorite weather.

Vote #etheree #doubleetheree

US Capital

Me
And You
Our duty
For liberty
An obligation
Paid with our fathers’ blood
Yet no cost to perform it
To express our inner believes
To put our philosophy on line
To choose the direction of our country
I don’t understand why it is so hard
So many ignore this basic right
Some try to stop others from it
People feel bound by their chains
Stopped by constraints of time
Break those nasty chains
Open the door
And join me
Go out
Vote!

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  This week we were given free reign to chose our own words.  Mine were “Free” (including “freedom”) and  “Act” (including “take action”).  This week I chose a Double Etheree.

A Halloween Adventure #haibun #tanka

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A Halloween Adventure

The night is quiet, still.  Nothing is stirring.  We creep forward.  I let out a nervous giggle, and you shush me, all serious.  I pull myself up, trying to look dignified, though the butterflies fight in my stomach.  You give me strength, but is it enough?  We have been moving slow, carefully, but are approaching the hidden crypt.  What will we find there?  Although apprehensive, I take the lead and open the door.  It is my place, after all. But I’m sure you can tell that I am spooked.  Much more brave than I, you smile, brush past me. Taking my hand you pull me through the threshold, closer to the uncharted tomb darkness.  I was hesitant at first, but your mood is contagious and I continue on, trying to echo your confidence.

A chill down my spine
A serious look from you
I approach the vault
Both anxious and excited
I head into the unknown

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Sneaking into a cemetery late on Halloween night?  Perhaps into a mausoleum?  The catacombs under the ruins of an old church? Or did you put an R-Rated meaning to the words?  An X-Rated meaning?  Get your mind out of the gutter! ;)  Anyway, I guess if they are sneaking into a hidden tomb somewhere, it is their first time…

Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  The words this week are “Afraid” and “Grave“.  This week I did a Haibun with a Tanka as the poem.  I tried to use the “key” words multiple times, with different meanings.

Swift’s Hollow, aka Gore Orphanage #Haibun #Etheree #DoubleEtheree

Storm-Clouds

Swift’s Hollow (Gore Orphanage)

It is a cold October night and I am walking through the woods at the bottom of this valley, Swift’s Hollow.  There is a strange noise, just beyond perception.  A muted sound, as if heard from a million miles away.  Is that the snap and crackle of a fire burning?  Do I smell smoke?  Are there screams of pain mixed in?  The children locked into this cruel prison for no other reason than their parents have died are trying to get out.  And now they are trapped, trying urgently to get out, to escape their grisly fate.  Do you hear them?

Flames
Children
Dull rumble
Behind locked door
The valley glows red
An orphanage on fire
Apparition of the past
Visit the empty foundation
Souls lost in a conflagration
They speak to us as midnight approaches

Why visit this bloody spot of gore?
Why listen to the loud screams of pain?
Can you stand to hear babies cry?
A local right of passage
Communing with the dead
The poor children burnt
Meaningless death
Lost spirits
Empty
Gone

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Darkening Story – #haiku #tanka

Piles of them

Hue towards orange
Bruise purple and macabre brown
The world turns spooky

Lose leaves on patio

Tingle down my spine
Visions of a darkened hue
Words ghoulishly stained
This season I like to read
Some tales embellished by fear

Halley Pencil Skull

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  The words this week are “Color” and “Creepy“..  This week I decided to do both a haiku and a tanka.