November Challenge 4 'Dreams and Nightmares'
Dreams and Nightmares. You choose. Any Japanese genre poetry welcome.
April Challenge
In Australia in April we are deepening into autumn. In Adelaide it is still warm weather. The quinces are ripening on the trees, the shops full of the harvest of summer fruits. Autumn foliage is beginning to appear on the exotic European trees we have planted along our streets. Shops are filling with warm clothes for winter. The car race and the Fringe and Adelaide Festivals have finished bringing to an end the rush of Mad March. The blocked traffic is now flowing freely once more, interstate and international visitors have flown away. In Japan the cherry blossom season should have reached Kyoto. Challenge: customs of autumn or flowers of spring. Senryu, haiku, tanka. Please use your imagination.
Dream about Something
ReplyDeleteMy editor has grown old. Any minute now he’ll die and I’ll be on my own with my confusion and my ego.
There is a midget in this dream. he propositions me for sex. I say I am sorely tempted but I’m not. I just love him.
I am running, I don’t want to stop. I love the feeling of it, the rhythm of my feet on the ground, the effortlessness of it. It’s like when I was a child, before my body became earthbound.
I can hear officials talking. They say my editor has murdered someone. I don’t believe it. They say they will pick him up in the morning. Should I warn him? Is he dangerous?
I want to go home now. I have forgotten to feed my dog. This priest will help me, just as soon as we get all the sleeping children out of her car.
awake
to the simple darkness
my heartbeat
Dream (The Trouble with Grass)
ReplyDeleteThe inspirational preacher says, “Go outside and eat grass seeds and say, ‘I eat my Mother’s body.’” People are in the meadow shoving prickly grass heads into their mouths like punishment. Sweet Mother, this is meant to be a celebration.
chewing on
a stem of couch grass
sweet juice
Wanting to give this nectar to my Darling, I pick one but in my hand, it becomes a give-way sign and he is offended that I should bring up his ex wife like that. I say, “It is only a grass stalk!” but he storms off and when he comes back I can’t give him the opportunity to apologise because I am a butterfly.
standing alone
apart from the crowd
his heart
in the night
ReplyDeletea finger slides down my back
hypnogogic ice
sliding dangerously
in the first dreams of sleep
I open my eyes
to the soft warm blanket
of night-time darkness
Tetris Effect all night haiku and page scrolling
ReplyDelete(The Tetris effect occurs when people devote sufficient time and attention to an activity that it begins to overshadow their thoughts, mental images, and dreams. It is named after the video game Tetris. Wikipedia)
I posted this on NaHaiWriMo in January 2012