Glowing orange coin Slides into the slot of night A fanfare of light Draws drapes of purple and red Sends majestic sun to bed © Kim M. Russell, 2015 No image required
Category: Journal
My daily journal: comments, thoughts and poetry on daily events.
A Chilly Morning in Prague
Picture a chilly morning on Charles Bridge, Dodging phantoms emerging from the fog, Peering at statues lurking at the edge: A promenade to the Old Square in Prague. Already buzzing, a crowd has gathered At the southern side of the Old Town Hall; Their faces are upturned like sunflowers To the golden disc adorning the […]
Midweek Haiku
Wednesday wanders in Neither beginning nor end A mid-week crisis
Two haikus for the Carpe Diem HWT
Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #20 Paradox Despite decades and Miles between us, yesterday Is still our today. Capturing senses Bound by imagination Freeing sights and sounds © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Oh Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas Tree Christmas is coming. Outside I see the gaunt trunk and brittle branches of a forgotten Christmas tree, planted in the garden years ago in between the wanton wiry willows, silently clamouring for weak winter light. Instead of tinsel frost glitters instead of baubles icicles tinkle instead of angels tiny birds peck at […]
Dashed Dreams
We sweep up Dashed dreams With a stiff broom And a stiff upper lip Some drink From a glass That’s half Full In the hopes of A brighter tomorrow Those with a glass That’s half Empty Just buy a new broom © Kim M. Russell, 2015
The Little Match Girl
Stave 1 Bareheaded and barefoot, Frozen to the bone, A little match girl walked In the wintry night alone; She had lost her slippers In the deepening snow. The pocket of her apron, Ragged, thin and wet, Held a bundle of matches Waiting to be lit. She feared a painful beating – She hadn’t […]
Leaning
A Monday morning haiku Above ancient bones Embraced by soil, roots and worms Cold stones are leaning © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Unbidden Itchiness of the Mind
Murky morning brings furtive sparks, Unbidden itchiness of the mind, Blurry notions niggle in the dark, Wrangling about rhyme, Wrestling to escape Before the stanza Collapses. Once, As the sun rose, I tried to tie Its rich ribbons Into knots and bows Of orderly imagery – Tangling knots gagged me, Reduced Aurora into A single […]
The last poem for today is a found poem
Love for Nothing found in ‘Le Monocle de Mon Oncle’ a poem by Wallace Stevens I mocked myself alone, A thinking stone In a sea of spuming thoughts. A bird sought out his choir Of wind, wet and wing, A much-crumpled thing: The end of love For nothing. Apples, like skulls, Came rotting to […]
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