Captiva - a poem

At day's end

Small, soft waves gently push ashore

As the hazy sun spreads warm across the sea

The grass, nature's natural border to the water

A lone walker looks out to the horizon

Gently smudged across the water

A lone vessel bobbles on the ripples of the waves

Its work or pleasure done for the day

Peacefully the day ends

Quietly, in hushed tones

It bids 'good day'

Before the sun sets and drops behind the horizon

Closing another Captiva day.


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Monoku

What is a monoku, you ask?  It is a one line poem ~ a variation on the Japanese haiku written in English.  It is one line of seventeen syllables or less and the first word of the line is not capitalized and is written in lower case.

It is the most economical and shortest poem I know of.  It usually contains a caesura (a pause) that is dictated by sense or speech rhythm with little or no punctuation.  It became popular in the 1970's when many world-wide poets began to write them.  

Some examples:

an icicle -- a moon drifting through it  ~ Marlene Mountain

listen to the pause - silence is golden ~ mmonoku-ichthys.blog

she knew of longing - this dream of love, alone ~ Jack Jordan, Poetry Soup

Here are some of my monoku:

snow capped mountains protective arms ~ suzette walker

grass threading reaching for the sunlight ~ suzette walker

cups full of sunshine calla lilies breath ~ suzette walker













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Carpe Diem

Seize the Day and Bloom!!!

Starburst - a poem

Starburst!  Purple in the sky

Millenium spray far and wide

Particles, each becomes a new star

With a new destination

Sparkle above from the dark abyss

The precious light radiates from

A million new stars granting

 Light and Hope to those below



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Mother Nature - an haiku

What world abounds here?

Electrifying colors burst

Mother Nature, Queen



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Dreams - a poem

What dreams are these
that float into my leary
subconsciousness?


Soft and filmy they rise
so I can see just enough through the mist
as I sleep; the wondrous forms


Merge and melt together
blurred and diaphanous they are as
I reach to touch and to hold them


They are waif-like ghosts gently
reminding me of some far away persons,
place and time; impossible to grasp


Entreating me to follow and join them
on their quest in the billowy fog
I touch only to feel them disintegrating between my fingers


Everywhere I turn, befuddlement
as the phantasmas glide past
my stupor, my trance-like state


A cellulose quest just an illusion
as a sheer blanket descents to cover 
my translucent dreams


Lulling me back into a warm slumber
that is dark, dangerous and deep
What dreams are these . . . .


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