
Flour paste and
a smile sewn
hide an orange face
because hiding
one’s true colors
is the monster way,
today of all days. Continue reading

Flour paste and
a smile sewn
hide an orange face
because hiding
one’s true colors
is the monster way,
today of all days. Continue reading

Welcome to my Poetry Friday Halloween party. Here’s the guest of honor and winner of the costume contest. Anyone know who my little beetle is? I found him on a lilac. He was about the length of my thumb nail. Continue reading

October is a month of O’s:
orange gourds, ogres, owlets, oracles,
octopuses, otters and orangutans on
odysseys with outstretched hands, Continue reading

With the silver sun
before sunset,
the world turns
an over-bright
black and white. Continue reading

Something secret
sprouts overnight
from the damp dark.
Rejection spawns insight.
A new direction,
a white knight, Continue reading
My spirit is like the kudzu, turning over. Tossed by bad dreams, chased by orange clowns, but finding dawn at long last. Thanks, Fay, for this beautiful post.
Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi)
葛の葉やはらりと地球裏返る 山田京子
kuzu no ha ya hararito chikyû uragaeru
kudzu leaf…
the earth turns over
lightly
Kyoko Yamada
from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, October 2016 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo
A touch of summer to stave off fall for another day…
Let’s find a way to play, trucks in the river, floating a boat in the current, weaving leaves on the wind, joy on the air.
When another sees into my heart, celebrates my color, traces the shape of my most private words, then I achieve heaven. Thanks Paul, for holding close the hearts of flowers.
My spirit needs a guide to take me higher today, and Holly has the magic spell. I feel lighter just reading her words.
A welcome reminder from the universe and Gigi… thanks!

How Many Fives Can You Find In
tuning
a star
a maple leaf
a baby’s open hand
and wiggling toes Continue reading