Rising from the desert sand,
I see the fingers of a hand.
They seem to me to ask
for a water glass,
but, of course that is absurd -
I've misunderstood their word -
there is no water here,
that much, to me, is clear.
They simply wave at me, a passerby.
So, I wave at them goodbye,
and swiftly pass them by.
Remember when first you flashed your eyes
the centre opened, lips quivering in recognition
sitting at table, water in glass reflected apples
you glanced at my pen, match burnt the paper
The centre opened, lips quivering in recognition
a seed germinated with breezes quickening
you glanced at my pen, match burnt the paper
skin flakes fell away, softly I touched a second
A seed germinated with breezes quickening
I saw your instant power and you were gone
skin flakes fell away, softly I touched a second
was perhaps a rescue a capture of anemones
What awaited me on Platform Twenty Four ?
decades separated remembered images
of a presence at the back of a Revolution
luggage delayed, the usual chaos of change
Everybody waiting for somebody
sitting at table, water in glass reflected apples
of a presence at the back of a Revolution
Remember when first you flashed your eyes
—————————————-___________{}{}{}
Sea horse mania is afoot
I see them in my sleep
Thanks to a collector daughter
They prance and neigh
Ridiculous I think
There is loud laughter
A splash from my water glass
Two land on my bedside table
underground rivers
imprint in the limestone
s t o r m -
in water glass
19/03/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Creative Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
5 - 6 - 1- 4 syllables
1st place in the contest
Grass growth in the cove
where Larry's boat sat
years after Larry’s ash
whirled with rocks in space
daunts the pickerel:
silently galloping glut
challenges the channel.
Someday soon there may be
no seeing through it
to the bottom of things.
This soft encroachment,
a green disease born
of fertilized lawns
and hangers on
from other lakes brought
here by alien crafts
may arrest fluidity
with an embodiment
as solid as a moral
but as dead as Monday’s church.
Will we hear the hard lake
crack or will that be
Larry’s heart? Fossils
Gouged from cliff sides
and PA road cuts
taught the geologist
that all things will pass.
But the lover of Maine
rain-gauged statistics
to say, “Not so fast!
“Slow down! Not so fast.”
Take heart Larry, and I
will strive to join you:
your great-grandson
Parker loves the land
you left for all of us.
He is diving into things
and spying out hydrilla
with a water glass.
Truth, a so empty word
do you have uncovered
its meaning
Want to get to the stars
but do not see the beauty
of the night sky
Looking for soul in hope
that no one will drink that
cold water glass
Few become what they are
it is a difficult narrow path
for which some people know
Someone will never
see reality though it
shines with its full glow
We live our lives
as we create it ourselves
write it like a blank paper
Still the most difficult
is to find that your love
can give happiness
09.06.2018
Come and Find Me in My Solitude
four fingers in a water glass
to keep the “creep” away
four fingers in a water glass
to keep the curse at bay
no ice, let’s keep it quiet,
hard bite of whiskey’s sting
“hair of the dog that bit ya”
as the dying grey wolves sing
rocking inside the boxcars
camping beside the track
drowning dreams of a yesterday
that’s never coming back
huddled beneath “newsprint” blankets
curled in pain’s fetal ball
dreading the sounds of the sunset
fearing the crash of night’s fall
praying for death in a doorway
shivering against marbled stone
a vision through slow closing eyelids
of somebody calling him home
12/2/2016
submitted to – COME AND FIND ME IN MY SOLITUDE – Poetry Contest
WATER & GLASS
Watermarks
immersed in fluids
weave a whirlpool
stream of words
washing and waning
while
wavy waterways
weep
wet with tears
gurgles
will
gush
Translucent
crystal clear reflects
geometric gems
opaque flute glass
glacial
visible gloss
glimmers
glitter from guilt
© Kim van Breda—September 2014
As white smoke rises on black water glass
And skies lay still on horizon's line
I'll sit here in peace, watch the morning pass
To seek reasoned questions for man's design
This scene cares not for any tomorrow
Nor feels conflict if a storm seeks a reply
Tranquility brings death without sorrow
Only man has the potential to cry
Does nature understand its own beauty?
And are we nothing more than nature's eyes?
Born to fulfill this singular duty
Another creature waiting for demise
The skies have changed on horizon's line
While I found no answers for man's design
my eyebrow flew off yesterday and i yelled so loud that my water glass broke. then joe poopenheimer, my brother, fell down the stairs and died.
Water glass up-side down.
Why do you have that frown ????
Need water soapbox clown.
Can't live without that drink.
Vomit into the bathroom sink.
Water has a putrid stink.
Baby needs some water.
Better off at the florist.
Call the people in congress hall.
There all at the ball.
Who then can I call ????
I'm only a few feet tall.
So I must die in horror ways.
ACID_RAIN water gives me pains.
2006 from writespot.org ????
POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
a very loud noise
started ringing from my clock—
I fell out of bed
a bumped water glass
rolling across the hard floor—
I slipped on my head
a loud screaming sound
resonated through the house—
my face turned bright red
my husband woke up
hysterically laughing—
I was on the floor
I could not get up
without someone assisting—
ku ku krazy day
I went back to bed
wondering what day it was—
perhaps, tomorrow
Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ????.....!!!!!.....Ku Ku Crazy......!!!!!.....????
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Diamond of Jello
From my stool in the diner I watch
the old woman with elm tree arms
command the big booth in back
and roar for a menu,
take a half hour to read it
before placing her order.
Watching her eat, I realize
life for her is a dollop of whip cream,
a twirling ballerina, on a diamond of Jello.
I raise my water glass
in a silent toast. Bravo, I whisper.
I wish her good cheer.
Donal Mahoney
The sun paired well with the apple
Sugar
The tartness and sweetness
Reminded me of the days
And I stepped outside to feel the sun on my face
And the trees and the grass
All green
And the rainbow umbrella used the spring
And the water glass was clean
And then I saw the core of the apple say something to me
Here in the sun
“Write the memory down”
Sugar
The apple so pure and sweet and real
And the sun so full of energy
And life, it’s surreal.
I want to run and play like then
Now I see I can.
Sunny apple day, no rain to borrow the light away.
-Jess
In and out like that of a play
His wound now bore a mysterious clay
The Capitan’s voice made him stay
As he bowed now in silence to pray
As he awoke in the morn he slips
A water glass to his dry sweet lips
The witch doctor smiled and came to grips
To the startled son that time forgets
Smells of food ensnared his hunger
A bellow followed its sound was thunder
“Morning child! A hungry monger?”
The boy sat up his food placed under
Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links
“A bath today, this boy now stinks!”
The captain agrees to what doc now thinks
To wash away the blood that leaks
His wound stung when the water struck
A model ship and a rubber duck
Shared the tub, the lads in luck
Red Beards love has finally struck
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.