The screen's fading glow
is like memories dissipating
as I rise and finally go
to my warm bed awaiting

Rhyku- a new,I think, form similar to Haiku in which brevity in form is used but in which at Least 2 lines contain rhyme.Does not matter which 2. Limitation in number of lines is 3 minimum and 4 maximum and length of each line to not exceed 7 words. Give it a try and see if you like it lol...............stan

Raindrops fall.
I stretch my arm out,
feel them on my palm
now wet with rain,
the familiar coldness,
your thoughts
that run across my mind.
The raindrops turn warm
and I wipe my cheeks.

The spring sun
reincarnates the scent
of autumn

Way in the distance
a white seagull
passed a dark wood

or

dark silhouette against the sky
against the mountain
white bird

Shrubs on the hidden path
throw pollen
on the marriage

(SH! I saw it)
Dogs dropping
wrapped in a dead leaf
spring roll

dew falls down the leaf
all the world
is second hand

Unexpectedly
the fig leaves
fell off

Alone
even the paper flowers
give company

or

Bats sing better harmonies, outside my window
Mouths slick with the pulp and juice of our orange tree,
they screech to each other in E minor,
D flat and A sharp, calling
‘the fruit is here!’

My mouth is always dry,
exhausted of trying to speak of things post-lingual:
these emotions, something other than elated, destitute or sad.
Doing it better,
the bats still manage to sing.

Ply me with grass fingers
you wave through the old growth
and the fresh barometric stubble
shinning with eyes pulled
deep from sounding action
coloured by storms and fires
lit by sunsets harsh and
tender attraction

Nickle and dime salutation
and your trick as you turn that
worn lucky peice through your
fingers and click it on your
grandmothers ring
walking in your gait across
cracked greyling sidewalks
that have seen steel rimmed
democrats and winged Detroit
steel

It’s my job to whisper…

They whisper on the wind in the
minds of the sane taking up their
station for profit or for gain.

Mesh covered windows are cracked
open during the night allowing only
the breeze inside or within sight.

Treachery they guard against in case
their secrets out the punishment for
informants they are never left to doubt.

We are just the senders and not to
know the reasons why we all get sharp
reminders and some they even die.

I.
brittle elegy's seedlings, the night swings
its petticoat leg,
while small birds
(still spinning dinosaur's songs)
flying like poetic wounds
inside deepenst evolution's mouth;
what kind of disease will feed your hunger now?

II.
I distill the colours of distant stars,
inside a grain of sand; plastic hands
carry the smoke of cruelty
(with its new feathers)
with money-smiles
and unholy holiness
maintaining the balance
of mediocrity and sad eyes;

As the eastern sun rises
we’re on our way.
The dawn is slowly breaking,
waking up a new day.

We’re headed for the south coast
leaving Swansea,
motoring down the M4,
bags packed for the journey.

On the rolling grassy hills
lambs jump play,
sheep still in their overcoats
until the month of May.

A far distant mountain range
intrudes the sky,
peaking over valley plains
where buzzards hunt and fly.

Today I passed a cotton gin
at a crossroads far from town
wearing a metal hide of rusty tin
and sagging sheds near fallen down.

So I pulled just off the road
and took in the surrounding land
of scattered recent hobby farms
and an aging farm house, grand.

In mind's eye I subtracted years
removed pastures and tall pine trees
until gin and farm house stood alone
and cotton poison tainted the breeze.

DECEPTION

"And where have you been, all this day,
My pretty one, my love so fair?"
"I've been to visit with sick friends,
Oh husband mine, for whom I care."

"Then why the perfume and the dress
As if invited to a ball?"
" Dear John, your questions make me laugh,
Have you no trust in me at all?"

" I am not well, and should I die
Would you re-marry, in your prime?"
" No! no! my John, perish the thought!
Well.... maybe, after quite some time."