Therefore, night-time nightmares may be restless.
Dancing above our heads, we fit through, helpless.
A droning swarm of designs that work boundless.
To bounce over our beds, he deemed him reckless.
However, when daylight declines, this is guestless.
These dreams withdraw and conceal the endless.
They are astute and may be burnt and breathless.
When vision and truth are met, we turn useless.
February winds pound the siding scattering sand left by the snow plows through the gray angry air. The house seems full of small noises and little else. The cat has taken up his guard post in his rug-covered tree house and purrs in tune with the ping of the hot water pipes. Even the dust has settled.
empty chairs
surround a guestless table:
I stand cup in hand
Scanning the tidy kitchen with its Wedgewood-blue counters and rustic farm-scene border, I note, the cabinets need a good rubdown. Murphy’s Oil in hand I approach the oak with determination, and a soft pink flannel rag. The scent of lemon oil, crisp and clean, wafts past my nose. With great care, I climb a gingerbread chair to reach the highest cabinets over the stove. I balance, praying the seat cushion doesn’t slide out from under my feet. Opening the double doors, I view a stockpile of holiday décor, now unused. There below the paper Easter Eggs, I see them and a tear comes to my eye. Empty now, decades old, of all different sizes, red satin boxes, Valentine Hearts, forgotten.
disturbed dust
floats past my eyes:
the clock bongs once
First Published in haibun Today Fall 2013
Since I'm kin to Edgar Allen Poe
I like for Halloween to cause much woe.
Out in the streets they're dressed up.
And with all their crimes they corrupt.
The more the merrier, I say let them go!
I swing my pendulum everyday.
Those who are wise better get out of my way.
Consider the dead
Even some in their bed.
Needs to get out on this day and play!
In the graveyard the zombies are restless.
In the cave tops the bats wings getting stressless.
They're ready to play
On this Halloween day.
When they finish tonight they'll be guestless!!!!!
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