Maybe your February smells the same as my October
Or maybe something tastes the same
Perhaps the beat of our song sounds the same
As your laugh
And the bass tempo is different
And the drum beat is slightly off
I don’t know if I can tell the difference
Between a good change
And a bad change
Maybe you just make me want to experience both
And my jaw hurts
While you become the roman road
To my Egyptian pyramid
And the smell of rain on hot pavement
Sends my senses into overdrive
It lingers
While my memories of February slowly fade
Like steam on the bathroom mirror
While I spit blood into the sink
They dissipate
It smells like sprinklers
hot pavement
And dirt
the sky is six different colors
And the cicadas sing at six different octaves
my face is red
Hair wet with sweat
From chasing the cat
Around the yard
Barefoot in the grass
That morning momma had made chocolate chip pancakes
With butter and honey
She braided my sisters hair while I sang “blank space”
By taylor swift
Screaming over the speaker which played wide and loud
And the squirrel stole the seeds from the birdfeeder
And the night before
Daddy read us one bedtime story
Even thought my sister had begged for two
We sat sulking in our princess dresses
That smelled like old toys
And home
Daddy closed the book
And turned on the galaxy light as he walked out
Made sure the door was ajar
To let the light in
And let the cat in
And four years before that I was new
And red
And I smelled like baby powder
Hospitals
Blood
And
Life
My skin was soft
and i screamed
Momma didn’t wear makeup
or cry quite as much
My sister just learned to walk
and she held me with shaking hands
And just then
Everything sounded like music
and summer never ended
It's a yummy chocolate bath
What joy to play in slushy mud ~
Mom said to have fun !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Kindled in twilight, a soft rose hue,
Unspoken dreams begin to bloom anew.
Silken whispers drift on gentle air,
Unveiling grace so tender and rare.
Moonlight itself seems to cherish your name.
Springtime songs quietly echo the same.
Under the stars your warmth feels near,
Blossoms of love in petals sincere.
Bright as dawn, yet calm as the sea,
A presence that sets wandering hearts free.
Child without a care in the world
Ponytail held by red ribbon
Summer breeze toys with kite on string
AP: 3rd place 2025
The roses you gave
in the summer of our youth
I tried all to save.
They spoke of the truth
of the love you had for me
as sweet as vermouth.
You even teased me
that I’d soon throw them away--
I did not agree.
Now I’m old and gray,
in the winter of my years,
I can only say:
I kept the flowers--
Though dry, they still bear a trace
Of the love that’s ours.
November 9, 2025
I would like to trust my head to turn
to something other than sameness.
The monarch nymph feeding on the
breast milk of a maternal milkweed.
Playful asters tongue-tease the others
that will harvest their crop of nectar,
as my head makes another turn.
Eyed by the towering goldenrods,
nudging closer, reaching for contact,
fulfilling scripted roles in a euphoric play—
a fairy tale written to be retold,
a bedtime utopia of reimagined reality.
A sound, deep slumber turns my head
as my night sweats gasp for a fresh breath.
A flock of grosbeaks swoop into my sleep,
satisfying their appetites, eating my dreams.
I wake up to the absence of monarchs.
December’s so right, has many delights
With lovely blue skies and clear starry nights
My Summer’s begun, with warmth from the sun
And daily long walks it’s time to have fun.
The end of the year, brings many good cheer
Especially for kids, when Christmas is here.
There’s so much for me, out there just to see
It really depends on where I will be
Take a trip to some place, that I’ve never been
Keep a diary each day on what I have seen.
Or a beach holiday, not too far away
In my nice caravan, that’s where I shall stay.
Read books and relax, while munching on snacks
Go shopping for clothes, sort through all the racks
Could go for a swim, or workout in a gym
At times make no plans, just go on a whim.
With voices so fine, we’ll sing Auld Lang Syne
On each New Years Eve, at midnight clocks chime.
The month of December, has much to remember
And so, to you all, that’s me from ‘Down Under’
I once stood with you
in the lush summer's garden
where roses bloomed red
we also blossomed
when love was new, untested
underneath warm sun
we could laugh at time
as the days sped quickly by
we were forever
but days would not last
we could not grasp them closely
time took our laughter
a rose may bloom once
then its petals fade and fall
as winter winds chill
like winter roses
we became a memory
of warm summer love
--mystic
In the heat haze of December Down-under
I laze on the beach and gaze
at the sunrise and sunset that belays
my drift towards the end of days
as another year passes away
in the relentless tumble of sands
in the hour glass of week days
and weekend malaise of tossed salads,
served with mayonnaise.
soft clouds give respite
shielding the scorching sun’s heat
Summer has arrived
Maytime sun pampers budding flowers
Garden faeries gleefully go about their business
Naughty gnomes gearing for mischief
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
1424 Haiku Poetry Contest 11-4-25
1424
moments of umber
fall from barren boughs like tears ~
shadows of summer
a summer rose in bloom
a hungry bunny nibbles
strips off her costume
a winter rose pokes through
admiring rabbit just looks,
a beautiful view
Bass fishing off the dock
The repetitive act of casting in silence
~ Faithful dog by my side
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
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