Each petal cuts me in my sleep—
you call it soft,
but I bleed every time I touch it.
The mirror doesn’t cry with me anymore.
Only the fog stays.
It hums like a swallowed scream.
Categories:
hums, absence, cry, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
feather wings rapid
aeronautical mini
hovering fowl sweets
Categories:
hums, bird, flower, flying,
Form: Haiku
There is that repetitious hum
as clothes in the wash are spun,
the fridge plays some offbeat melody
while you struggle to find something good on tv;
for a moment there is that ring
of telephone marketers selling everything
all they really want to get
is your credit card number to put you in deeper debt;
step outside and breathe in fresh air
a hum will rise escaping all care,
so don't despair
a tune, a song, some mixed blend
can bring you calm and be your best friend.
Categories:
hums, allusion,
Form: Couplet
The sounds of nature's music
with fiery passion
she breathes
with a sunny disposition
she gives off radiating heat
basking on paradise shores
with a magnetic push and pull
she transforms herself
earth to heaven's door
as she continually hums her music.
Categories:
hums, earth,
Form: Personification
she hums an endless tune as she lovingly folds his shirt
each crease and fold perfectly placed in synchronous harmony
knowing that ten minutes of work will hide all her effort
Sijo is the classic form of unrhymed poetry in Korea. Sijo have three long lines. Each line varies between 14 and 16 syllables, with the middle line often the longest. The first line states a theme, the second line counters it, and the third line resolves the poem.
Categories:
hums, life,
Form: Sijo
as night classic fades
humming one two Mozart notes
lovers gently kiss
Judy Konos' Get Your Senryu On Contest
4/11/15
Categories:
hums, music, peace,
Form: Senryu
This is fabricated evidence of love
Forged reports of a representative that cares
We are stripped of our skins
Chernobyl lingers in the backdrop
Stretches his mutated ligaments to reach us
Barely a millimeter apart
They're already larger than life and yet
they still walk on stilts
The men in black suits waving identification
like batons
Don't tell them a damned thing
He waits alone in the water
for blood; for prey;
for any sign of life
We betray ourselves to him
"Why the face so long"
"What could go so wrong"
I'll tell you what,
it may take 43 muscles
but who even honestly frowns
when they're sad these days
In the throngs of despair
the flight reaction catches
and releases
Everything spreads like disease
Cakes in cracks and crevices in the walls of the well
Nobody's leaving
whether there's a desire to or not
This is fabricated evidence of love
Categories:
hums, allegory, art, death, mystery,
Form: Free verse