startled fox turns with his fluffy tail down
His fur he wears like an amber kingly gown
Against the forest wall, he gives so much color
Hiding in the thicket is his older brother
His teeth have barely come in, he is a baby
Will he run off like a frightened deer? Possibly
He skitters away; now his beautiful tail is up.
He is a kit, I realize, not a dog, pet or a pup.
Her garden faeries were more delicate than she remembered
She delighted in their frolicking playfulness and sense of fun
One flew pretty close to her face, almost touching her nose
She smiled, loving the attention they were giving to her this May
A man’s voice frightened them. They were gone before she blinked.
Beautiful garden, he said. His voice was baritone, handsome.
She looked up and saw that he had a prince charming face.
Two of the faeries giggled, but she did not think he heard them.
Lovely hollyhocks he said. She was amazed that he knew hollyhocks.
Your lily of the valley and phenomenal bleeding hearts are marvelous!
Faeries peeked out from behind the roses and a mushroom village.
She knew then that they liked his voice too. He might be a keeper.
Lanterns, ambered the room,
Sunset smiles,late afternoon,
Cat, waits for the moon.
7/31/2021
~3~
Rhymed Haiku
Startled
In the dark I fight for air
puzzled
at my sight I gaze with fear
numbed
with my mind
slumped
to their kind
quiver
in my being
shiver
what I have been
wrestled
from him
strangled I slim
am petrified
I wait
stupefied
on me he weight
he thrust his hand dip
in my bag
I slip
I drag
At me he pounce
and bands
In silence it sounds
for non can hear at me pangs
In pain I distress
myself comfort
I digress
I fought
he beat
the end
his feet
he tend
I wake my mind
from the chains
that binds
in pains
I forward
to flee
to board
a fleet
am free
to laughter
my knee to plea
to God on altar offer
1ST PLACE WIN
BRIAN'S SELECT 6,any form,any theme
18/5/2020
An acquaintance
and former neighbor
I haven't seen for eons
sneaks up and
excitedly grips
my shoulders from behind.
The sudden jolt
of electricity
that was his hands!
Oh, he got my attention alright!
He scared the dickens
out of me
I'm not gonna lie!
Not that I held it against him.
He just wanted to say
hello...and Happy New Year!
He's got a funny way
of saying it, though
Yeah, I don't like such surprises...
Nice fella. It was a pleasure
meeting him
after a long time!
Date written: 01/03/2020
Black
silence
wakes me up
spooky feeling
my heart beats eighty miles an hour
who and where I am does not register
hyper hearing
kicking in
fast heart
fear
noise
sudden
startles me
outside door creaks
too paralyzed to run I wait for it
Awake at three.
Startled from dream state
Why is heart beating so fast?
Let me be open to be startled
to let the unexpected in,
to be surprised, astonished, shocked,
wide open to action happening in peripheral view.
Let me be open to strangeness
by looking for difference and oddity
with laser cutter eyes
slicing away the clutter
of mundane sameness.
Let me be startled by strangeness,
glad to be jostled and jangled,
disturbed and wrangled
to action and reaction,
by being receptive
and willingly open.
Were Startled and Cringed
We had become startled and then cringed,
Loser Trump lashed out and was unhinged;
We would wonder,
About his thunder;
His stupid hair looked ugly like it is singed.
Jim Horn
"J'adore le genre de personne d'avoir
une maison pleine de canines!
Vouloir glissent sur les nuages
en Berlin!
Pour les nuages me guidera -
vers un nouveau chemin!
Les Montagnes et les vol qui
me guide...
Les nuages et le vol qui
me guide..."
Tonight winter startled
It came unexpectedly
Few people walked
Below the gleam moon
Shivering beneath their fur coat
I stood trying to figure
A black contorted portrait
Drawed from the yellow dim lamp
On a cold brown dune
Which I stared
As they passed
Waving a friendly gesture
Greeting me with unknown tongue
Still I am naive
Longed for each nostalgic sweet sound of
My homestead, thus this cold
Consume my certain pause
Not far from the clustered bush
Also do heared a lone bird lark
My sigh and the whisper on that shade
Gone howling with desert breath
The hailstones pounded the window
as violently,as if they had minds
bent on killing;soldiers in rows and ranks rushing onwards;
as each fell another and another took its place.
Cold and mathematical they had a simple precise force and geometry.
Into this warlike scene,floated two white butterflies
Crossing and recrossing the spaces between the hail
they followed a random path;now together.now apart
Their unplanned,loving dance leads to mating, procreation and a future
while the hailstones can only die.
Seems sometimes fragile freedom is more productive
than the fierce mechanical modern world can imagine.
I see the butterflies now like startled flowers
hunting for the sun
Through the fog, I see shadows.
Silhouettes of people or spirits.
Like the cat that scampers when startled.
Without haste I hide behind the sofa.
I lay in my bed
On my side of the room
And sigh deeply
He has to be asleep now
It's so late
I hear him groan
Maybe not...
Has he been waiting for me?
I can't believe I'm here
Alone
With him
Sure we are on far ends of the room
But so close
Alone
Can I really be here?
Nothing will happen
He is more respectable then that
I'm wide awake
Until I hear the faint sound
Of his snoring
Finally I relax
And drift off to sleep...
"Mmmm..."
I'm startled awake
Why did that sound so close?
Where am I
Oh my gosh
He's right here
Lying next to me
Alone
Together
His arm draped over my tummy
Breathing on my neck
Legs pressed against mine
Alone
He must have come over here
I nudge him
He wakes
"Hi.." he says
"Hey" I say back
He pulls me a little closer
I stay quiet for a moment...
"Look I know that this is what...
What you were... hoping for...
But I can't... will you please
Go back to your bed
I need space...
I'm sorry"
He's quiet...
Finally without a word
He gets up
I turn over to watch him leave
And then realize
That I'm lying in his bed...
A floral blanket of silence
Lies out across the desert
Nothing moves-not air
Nor trees
Nor blades of grass
The ogre’s breath is held
Suspended, then expelled
Stomping his feet,
Flashing his eyes,
Grumbling, the ogre
Blows
And, grumbling, cries
Fat sheeted tears –
Trees quickly bow
Shaken green heads as
The silent blanket erupts
In oceanic waves
Of startled grasshopper minions
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