Errant
I've been remiss
he writes
an errant love letter
accompanied by
a cassette of songs
stolen from 90's radio
now ... golden-oldies
strains of a staticky King
not much more than
a noisy dubbing for
un-lived memories
imagined
tintype and polaroids
"you were always on my mind"
his prologue fades
her wizened hand
clicks on the tape deck
cutting the ribbon in two
no point necromancing
a love
they both only dreamed of
still, even unheard, he remains
alive in here mind; an un-lived
memory; a love she imagined
he envisioned too
but didn't have the courage to let live
"you were always on my mind"
I was gifted with this flattering portrait back in May by a wonderful, fellow poet on X. Such talent this individual has but the artist wishes to remain anonymous. I wonder though if he might also join the the HIVE community
Early October
all toxicity dissolves
in the arid wind
Yes, I know it is only July, and I am certainly not trying to push things along any faster; but sometimes an Autumnal moment just grabs you:)
A Violet Mist
obscures the golden hour
only rest will have it lift
Most funks dissolve with dreams. Feeling bad; seek out the Sandman:)
Dandelions, Seeds and Wind
dandelions
seed and wind
a rough seizure
a predatory midwife
Most tales of birds and bees omit the fickle wind.
Nudibranch
dark spring wood
a nudibranch’s March ends
consumed by a banana
From sea to land, a slug is a slug until it is psychedelic.
A little pet break. This beauty was once available at our local SPCA. We often visit and take the shelter dogs for a walk. Bugz here ... wolf cross ... was snapped up after a year's incarceration. He was a lovely gentleman by the time of his spring. Still miss this sweet soul:) If you have the space, time, and patience, consider adding a delightful doggy to your family.
Fruiting Bodies
fruiting bodies
seeds, the brine of life
in darkness
time, we are preserved
There is no life without some darkness.
Mute My Vistion
the golden hour
mutes my vision
expands it too
rose-coloured depths
Optimists are often accused of wearing rose-colored glasses. Somehow we got it in our mind that only the bright light of day or the darkest nights reveal truth. Rose coloring is true rendering as well.
Black Ice
particles and wave
reflection; black ice
cold Way
a sensory glitch
Driving along, sometimes it appears the way has disappeared to darkness or ripples. Slow, proceed with caution, but do not let the illusion stop your tread.
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Words and Poetry are my own. The photo of the dog is my own. Unless otherwise attributed images represent a collaboration between myself and AI, Grok. Please consider them visual haiku, as they are meant to carry symbolic weight; but not meant to diminish human rendered work. All poems showcased today were first published on the X platform in May, 2025. Looking for longer workers, all of the titles below. are available in paperback or digital through amazon and your local libraries and bookstores. Click on any title to further explore and support my writing.
