Stolen Moment

Slipped to serendip
No friction dereliction
Shoulders gripped to grind

Moonlit Silhouette

Those curves of yours twist
thin Italian mountain roads
my pistons popping

Sunday Gold

Sunday's gold shines bright
but she burns twice as quickly
Shorter days indeed

*Cough*

Wheezing has become
the essence of my being.
*throws pity party*

Night

Silence is the sound,
When breathing slows and dreams loom
Against darkened moon.

By Whose Authority?

Neglected coffee

Duty trounces solitude

Wednesday self-governs

The Last Five

Fifteen bright fireworks
Burst lonely against the sky
These are the last five

Austen's lure

Ghosts of Jane Austen
Tease my dreams then fly by light
NaNo plot is gone

Bear cubs

Bears ate my pumpkin
Even the brainy one yet
I still want to pet

What stress?

Deadlines are looming
There is no escape from NaNo
October flew by

Lakeshore Morning

Egrets sail along
Wing tips skim cool lake water
Sunrise becomes her

Discussions on the Small of Your Back

Sensual touch warms
Lips purse; tender, inviting
Slip to gentle night

Moving On

Sacred cows aflame
Inevitable rebel
Another bridge burned

Bleh.

Stuffy, sneezy - cough!
No dwarves here, just sickie me.
Hoo's cold has traveled?

Shell

She abandons hope
Hears little, feels less, sobbing
He should have been more

Coal

Lungs stuffed packed jet black
Years picking drilling dying
None will make diamonds

Icarus

Wings worn, muscles ache
Wax oozes across his back
Flown too close again

Sausages and Hot Cakes

Pop, snap and sizzle,
From iron pan to the plate.
Syrup to drizzle.

It Burns

Raw, screaming, burning.
My soul for soothing relief.
Pass the honey, please.

Visitor

Sad uncle depressed
Trapped under hooch bottle cork
Abyss bottom reached

Tangles

Quaked out of her boots
Fury raged toward fast demise
Thank god for hair pins!

Ligne Maginot

Old bones groan thrown 'round
Youth still wasted on the young
Wins one like a boss

Taking stock

Bones filled with marrow,
Awaits bubbling crock pot.
Pot's switch left on 'off'.

Tween

Elephant sits still
'Tween two chairs in the small room
Asking who'll blink first

Twirl

A space far from home
Clatter and clack the steep heels
Time stolen to dance

Yawning

So blows Autumn wind
Away the golden slivers
Lake yawning new snow

Fall

Cool wind lifts the leaves,
Swirl of color, flying hair.
At last, fall is here.

Friday

Big Bang Theory's on.
Drinking Captain and Pepper.
Friday night's begun.

Sizzle

Heels four stories thin
Click click click to velvet rope
"Hello, Big Fella."

That Moment

Flushed cheeks, gasp for air
Vertebrae curved a crescent
Tensed fingers squeeze flesh

Flute

Pass does the wild wind
'Cross cool chrome cylinder, this
one time, at band camp ...

New

Do you hear that beep?
A new friend for me to keep.
'Enter", now complete.

Alone

Where are the haikus?
I feel so all alone here,
Talking to myself...

The Mystique of Writing

Procrastination.
Then frantic scribbling til dawn.
Panic: my best work.

Silly Hoo.

I can haz haiku
Because Hooey told me to.
Hoo should know better.

A Whole New Game

A fresh new look brings
Fresh (sort of new) friends, ready
to share their haiku.

Back in the Saddle

My brain is rusty
Cobwebs fill the crevices
I will make it write.