Heeding Haiku with HA: To Feel the Night

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Alexander Fedosov

The moon is a bier

A demented virago

Pleading in the dark

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When I am out looking at the moon I always make up stories about her (I see the moon as female). There is a character in Planescape Torment Deionarra who even in death remains enamored and obsessed with the main character. Her appearance makes me think of the moon and so I just tied them together. The image is an artists interpretation of Deionarra.

Submission for

Heeding Haiku with HA

Where’s the prompt?

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Encase you missed the announcements. I have started a prompt site!

Which you can find here

 

Rather than have 1 weekly prompt. I now have a prompt for every day of the week! I have even brought in some talented writers to help with both hosting and managing the site. Everyone is welcome to participate. There are no obligations/requirements. Pick and choose the prompts that intrigue you. The time limit for each prompt is 1 week but you know me even if you posted late I would still read and comment to your entry.

Here’s the schedule

Monday- Wordle (hosted by Yves)

Tuesday- Photo Prompt (hosted by Yves)

Wednesday- Haiku/Tanka (hosted by Anmol)

Thursday- Short Stories (hosted by Oloriel)

Friday- Fairytales (hosted by Anja)

Saturday- Shadorma (hosted by Bastet)

Sunday- Freestyle (hosted by Yves)

 

She Sings?!! (howls?)

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Before the horrible singing I have 2 poems just so you have something encase you dare not listen to my singing or do listen and need consoling and you will need consoling so please have something pleasing for yourself prepared afterwards. The singing is part of my do something out your comfort zone week of tortures ahem fun.  Singing in range of others is WAY out of my comfort zone! As a child in school plays I was always told to lipsinc, yep it is that bad.

Hunger

I’ve tasted hunger

The avarice of your mouth

Pirating my breath

Failure

Through your vacancy

My failure is imparted

These poems are yours

Authored under confinement

Soaked with aqueous humors

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At your own risk! You can thank Nessa for this as I was inspired by her courage. I have always loved singing but alas it was never meant to be. I had a lot of ear infections as a child and thus I have a lot of scar tissue. Unfortunately I have trouble hearing mid range sounds. I can hear high frequencies decently and low frequencies the best. I often try to sing low because I can hear it but I don’t have a low voice so that right there is a problem lol The bad hearing is an issue in and of itself. I sound something like a cat whose been trapped inside of a washing  machine with a coyote. My voice is all over the place, it is very bizarre, disturbing, painful kind of voice. My speaking voice is fine but the moment I start singing it is spontaneous puberty. I have warned you on the upside after you listen to this you will feel like a rockstar in comparison =)

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0ZRESIf1CCs

Shepherd Senryu and Silver Senryu

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Endymion

He endears the light

Of a simpering Goddess

Through guileless slumber

Nomad

You gather your heart,

A suitcase overflowing

With nomadic vows

North Star

You are Polaris

The light that welcomes me home

When all hope seems lost

Silver

Your thighs surrender

Silver and Dionysian

To a savage mouth

I seem to be headed for my seizure cycle again (seizures through the night), lost an entire 1 hour yesterday and was late getting Isadora from school. After the lost time I had a massive headache which I still have so this might be gibberish I can’t even tell.

Submission for

Haiku Heights

Ocean Haiku

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Petulant seas press

My diaphanous heart deep

Verse from fossils traced

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Dark and lyrical

Primordial currents sire

An alien harvest

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Auric sky dipping

Beneath molten copper seas

Bohemian eve

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Coquettish waves lick

The hull of a besotted boat

Sailors imbibed whole

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Haiku for

Haiku Heights

Fish

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Your smile sweeps the pretense

From my eyes, you have made an

Honest woman of a childish parody

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Sometimes without cringing

I speak in self-exposing truths

Breath held, expecting your fists

To reinforce my elemental fortress,

How could I imagine your hands

Capable of violence? Fingertips

Binding thread to stitch together

Wounds wet and pink like the

Impatient mouths of fish mutely

Stalking. Watching you mend

That which would otherwise

Devour I understand the breadth

Of your love even if the object

Remains, in my heart, ignoble

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Albino Koi

She armors herself

In light, alabaster scales

Summoning the moon

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2 poems for

Imaginary Garden with Toads

Synaptic Fugue

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The darkness is always right-handed, my pupil drinking

In a quixotic iris. Admonishing the light I see in shadow

Puppets, in murders, in fiendish feathers spinning, to an

Entropic earth. I walk amongst the clouds, winged ankles

Scorning the root. I am deviant, asymmetrical, a telephone cable

Unsheathed and dancing in rain. Abused by a demonic parasite if

Superstition holds. My mind growls, reality menaces a sea of

Confusion, of broken hands and fang-baring smiles. I am not

Myself, if I ever I was, I am not myself, it takes too much to

Love me, too much patience, too much repetition. The world

Will teach me uncertainty, how to drown, how to fall, but not

How to land. I will never know what is mine, this reptilian soul

Keeps shedding my hopes and dreams, this reptilian soul that

Never grows old, never wiser, and I am always new, always

Maladjusted. My language excised from the veins, from the

Bones, from the leaks, from the residue wept in hollows deep

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The clouds drift by me

Winged ankles scorning the root

Courting anarchy

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My language excised

From laconic residue

Wept in hollows deep

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This is isn’t quite a Haibun but it is something lol I am in my seizure cycle again, which means the seizure frequency is way up and I am not recovering between them sufficiently to be even remotely functional. I am beyond exhausted and in a dense mental fog. After a seizure my right pupil tends to enlarge without the left so I look kind of like a psychotic cartoon. I want to apologize if I am slow or if I am not making sense when I post and/or comment or if I like without comment. If I don’t seem like myself well it is because I am not right in the head lol. I am extremely forgetful now so I may forget names or even my favorite blog’s addresses the blog roll helps me but I haven’t added everyone so please send me links if there is something you want me to read. Anyways, I want to share a weird story, a very old woman came up to me yesterday and gave me a white zucchini, she explained to me carefully that is wasn’t a cucumber and that is was delicious. She didn’t want money and since she gave me the zucchini my husband has found about $95 in random places! I wasn’t hallucinating because I have the zucchini (which others can see) and Isadora remembers the woman lol So yeah a stranger came up to me in the street and gave me a zucchini (not from a produce stand mind you, not at the grocery just randomly)