Bits and Pieces

Some micropoems from my files, which it seems I haven't posted here before (arranged in alphabetical order by name of form, not by date of writing) –

Erotic haiku:

our soapy hands

as we shower together

slip and slide

1/8/15

he bends his head

I stand on tiptoe

our first kiss

3/8/15

(No need for curiosity, dear readers; there's no-one new. I write my erotica these days from memory and imagination.)

Gogyoshi:

so many clouds

plump and round

and apparently rollicking

over their big blue meadow —

kids in a playground

2/8/15

Senryu:

cold morning 

waking to back pain

and cat on bed

21/8/15


aqua-aerobics

I float in warm water

emerge wiped out

23/10/15

Tanka:

the rain stops

the stars are still dark

blanked out

the night’s loud silence

pierces like a scream

7/5/14

Even with 

the toy teddy bear 

beside me,

I fail to sleep –

until I clasp it.

18/8/15

on holiday

I begin to lose me

in the new

until this morning

I make a poem – ah!

25/8/15

I reach up

pull off and crush

a thin leaf

inhale the tang

of eucalyptus 

we do this 

starting in childhood

we Aussies

instinctively

breathing in home

26/8/15

like water

the light slants down

pouring

like silver rain

on your shining face

7/10/15

Tilus:

long grief, then all at once

I reclaim

me

9/6/14

the small cold days come down

I winter

lone

12/6/14

Linking to the Tuesday Platform for 1 Dec 2015 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

The Unconscious Comes Up

Half asleep, I recall

that teacher

who

tormented us children

long ago.

Then

I drift into a thought

of murder—

what! —

pushing her down a cliff …

gentle me.

Shock.

(Written as a series 
in tilus

form.)

For the Poetic Asides prompt: The unexpected. 

Note: For tilus explanation see preceding posts or click on tag.

Tilus Against Cycling

1. Motorist’s Lament

A narrow road, a mob

of cyclists —

Curse!

Double lines,

must not pass

go.

Slow up the hill, behind

chug, clatter

squeak.

All those tight, bright bottoms

in my face

eww!

2. Pedestrian’s Lament

“Easy as riding a

bike” — but I

can’t.

Nervous little mother

insisted

not.

When I got to fifteen

new schoolmates

tried.

Lunch-time lessons each day

in the lane

but.

You leave some things too late —

forever

lost.

I fell in love with this three-line form (used for a dVerse prompt in previous post) and decided to use it again for Poets United's Bicycling prompt, creating two chains (how appropriate for cycles, lol).

Tilus for a Friend

Text from my friend: cancer

surgery

now.

Sunny autumn morning

clouds over

fast.

The tall tree by the fence

unchecked weed

grew.

Each of the above can stand alone. Also they work as a sequence, and that works in whatever order you read them.  They appear in the order they were written.

The tilus is a form invented by Kelvin S.M.  At dVerse just now we're asked to give it a try. The tilus is supposed to be about nature, but I found it also worked well for the thing uppermost in my mind at present (see first stanza above).  Then the nature ones I tried reflected the same mood, like an oblique commentary on the first. I realised I had not only a series of separate poems but also a connected sequence.  Then I noticed that the sequence worked in any order.  So all in all a very useful form!