A tan renga where two poets play (CDHK challenge).
a dandelion
now and then interrupting
the butterfly’s dream
© Chiyo-Ni
more than a moth on a weed—
sunshine’s harmonious muse
© lynn__
photo by lynn
summer dreams
03 May 2019 2 Comments
in tan renga Tags: butterfly, dandelion, dream, summer, sunshine, weed
postcard of barefoot life
11 Apr 2018 7 Comments
in haibun Tags: dance, dream, girl, gypsy, haystacks, horse, wagon
Chèvre at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompts us to write a “kikobun” (traveling haibun) on “gypsy” theme. Here’s my interpretation!
In my dream, I’m captured as a young girl by gypsies while visiting Europe. I leave walking trail to pick wild flowers in wooded area and am taken away by Romani people in a brightly painted wagon pulled by dappled horse. We wander the Van Gogh landscape of hilly vineyards and loose haystacks humped in fields, finding temporary day work for local farmers. Every evening, we circle round the flickering campfire, listening to lively songs and loud stories. I join in the dances, wearing my head scarf, peasant blouse and flowing skirt; barefoot in the dirt.
gold bangle bracelets
gypsy smiles flash in firelight
accordion plays
free vintage clip art
luna(r)cy
25 Sep 2017 4 Comments
in free verse Tags: balloon, dream, galaxies, mental illness, moon
Fireblossom at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads challenges us to write a new poem “looking through a distorted lens”…I think Alice in Wonderland stuff of dreams or Salvador Dali surrealism.
moon is a balloon
i swallow her whole;
now rise from ground,
suffocating in choked
screams at dream demon
until i, balloon-shaped,
reach sharp tree twig–
spring a leak, go hissing
hysterically thru galaxies,
finally flop limp to earth,
flattened and deflated.
searching for helium
… settle for valium.
elusive dream
15 Aug 2017 21 Comments
in quadrille Tags: dream, freedom, justice, law, race, respect
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.
What happened
to distinctly american
dream
of liberty & justice 
for ALL,
equal opportunity
regardless
of race?
What happened
to respect
for human life,
our constitutional
law & order,
non-violent freedom of
speech & assembly?
What happened
to ONE nation
under God?
Wake to dream again!
Quadrille (44 words) for dVerse Poets where De invites us to dream together!
udderly bountiful limerick
09 Jul 2017 7 Comments
in limerick Tags: butter, cow, dream, milk
Linking to Tweetspeak Poetry…scroll to see video showing how butter is made!
Introducing a bovine named Daisy
she’s a generous cow, never lazy
her milk is a dream
of rich butter cream
she gives away gallons like crazy!
If you remember the Borden cow (“Elsie”, not Daisy), you’ll enjoy this online article.
hopeful haiga dream
09 Apr 2016 3 Comments
in haiga, haiku Tags: birdsong, dream, promise, spring
Linking as “haiga” (haiku on photo) for CDHK
but easier on eyes separately as haiku and photo…
fresh snow insulates
promise of spring on chinook
dream of birdsong
photo by Alex Markovich
this is a brain on DMT
31 Jul 2014 5 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: DMT, dream, nightmares
My response to poetics by Anthony at dVerse on DMT, or Dimethyltryptamine:
“It’s the most common drug, and also the rarest; our brain secretes the chemical when we go to sleep, and that is what causes us to dream.”
I had recurring nightmares as a child…now most of my bad “mind trips” occur while awake 😉
________
cold fear feet
freeze to ground
as hot horde of
mad swordsmen
on war horses
pursue offender
to cliff’s edge
high above surf
pummeling sharp
rocks below;
soft silt crumbles
victim tumbles
falling backwards,
feels salty spray
just before the
shattering
impact—
waking, shaking,
wet with sweat
supine on floor.
palpable dark:
glowing eyes,
bristling hairs,
animal breath
on face faking
sleep, flash of
canine teeth
snapping for
exposed jugular;
transform into
one of the pack,
running in the night
howling at the moon
which looms fuller
with body’s lift-off,
swift upward rush
as human rocket
orbits past bright
lunar craters
to free-fall thru
galaxies of stars.
lying in bed
wide-eyed and
listening to cellar
door creaking open,
footsteps plodding
deliberately up
basement stairs,
slowly through house and then
another door moans;
heavy footsteps louder
now on stairway
leading to this
attic bedroom—
awaken to sound of
own heart pounding,
lying motionless
wondering if…
it’s waiting.
epilogue:
“But I don’t dream!” you say to me.
No dreams at night
may be lack of DMT,
No dreams by day
must be need of poetry!
