starlit looking glass ripples distort the surface your face an iris Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Crossroads #3 Rabbit Ear Iris In today’s episode of this CDHK special feature, our challenge is to create a haiku by ‘fusing’ the following haiku by Basho: rabbit-ear iris how much it looks like its […]
Month: March 2018
Padlocked Hearts
Feet bounce echoes off the iron bridge in a language we don’t understand, unlike the fluent water beneath. We walk hand in hand, gripping tightly, afraid to leave our love behind with all the other padlocked hearts. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #207 In November 2016, I wrote a […]
The Journey into Self
so many questions on the path into the self stones glint in the sun Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1397 The Journey Into Your Own Depth For this latest episode, Chèvrefeuille has chosen another interesting poem by Rumi: Then Journey Into Yourself Oh, if a tree could wander and move with […]
Cracked Shell
On the paved path under the glossy bay tree, newly fallen from a nest, the jagged crack of half a freckled sky blue eggshell tears a hole in the day like a spring morning chorus of anxious mother birds, beaks open in raucous warning. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My poem for the dVerse Poets Pub […]
Unturning Worms
How the helminth of malice squirms! A gangly parasitic worm, it knocks us out of orbit and turns us hard-hearted. We glide in our inchoate masks, our faces smile but inside we bask in misery. Searching for company, we find the imperative of ignominy; it puts us in the public lens and misery’s company has […]
Butterfly Moment
butterfly moment stretches to eternity wonder in my hands Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #25 Use That Quote This weekend’s prompt is ‘Use That Quote’, in which we are given a quote as inspiration to create haiku, tanka or another Japanese poetry form: “The butterfly counts not months but […]
Unfold Your Own Myth
origami bats fold into dark spaces open-eyed with truth Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1396 Unfold Your Own Myth This week we will see the last few episodes of March and the poems by Rumi. Today’s poem has been taken from The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks: Unfold Your Own Myth […]
Newborn
The waiting was breath held underwater, the longing was a crushing ocean wave, and the scalpel cut was the sharpness of moonlight at the end of a stormy day. Now his smile carves deep into my ribcage, his fingers worm paths under my skin, and the smell of his head is fresh-baked bread that I […]
After Walcott
When I first read the opening lines of ‘Love After Love’, I knew your poem would fit me like a glove; I felt I might have met you in a previous life so deeply cut your poetic knife. You taught me to look into a mirror with elation. The future is clearer as I feast […]
Geraniums
How did the flaming falsehoods start? You brought a pot of carmine petals as a ticket to her heart. You swooped with cardinal flowers to validate your fiction, but the firm line of her crimson lips confirmed her comprehension. Geraniums aren’t perjurious, they cannot hide their shame; only roses know the secret of the fabrication […]
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