The Moose, Wordle #118

The barkeep was proud
of the giant rack of antlers
above the Oak bar.

Old Methuselah, the Moose,
always evasive
ended his life in struggle.

Never threatening,
residual presentiment
transfused Evil Eye…

as per the Fourth Rule:
do not ever pluck Dahlias
unless growing wild.

© Sometimes, 2016

For Mindlovemisery’sMenagerie, Wordle #118,  July 20, 2016



For Mindlovemisery’sMenagerie, July 9, 2016
WORDLE, Whirligig 7.    [prompt words…candles, grieving, treasure, sun, prodigal, gravel, tavern, find, roar, longing, rush, learn]


A roar in my ears
grieving, rushing to nowhere,
no…gentle reason.

Searching for treasure—
but desperate candles in Sun
are all I can find.

Prodigal Daisy
in the Tavern parking lot
…pushing through gravel.

© Sometimes, 2016

Summer Dreaming

[For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille July 7, 2016. This poetic form is called a Haibun, which is a combination of prose and Haiku forming a story of 75-words or less…including the Haiku.   I did borrow keywords beach, and hot summer night suggested by the host.]

The sand is warm, like a lullaby
The essence of Summer warms the skin,
dreams flicker on slumbering excursions
from out of the hot summer night.

In a reverie my heart remembers
the tantalizing  passage through Time
My soul considers departing its current bunting,
dreaming of return flight to the halcyon days

days of Nirvana,
slice of lifetime in rapture,
perfection as One.

© Sometimes, 2016