Fraiku–Free-fall

kaleidoscope flakes 
free-fall from oyster pearl sky
winter’s taste on tongue

©️2022 July Day

haiku

Fraiku (a haiku posted on Friday) inspired by Bartholomew Barker, Poet

Image by Ľubomír Šugár from Pixabay

Wish and a Prayer

childhood dreams
nonsensical thoughts
heaven bound
mirages
sail on a wish and a prayer
through uncharted hearts

©20222 July Day

shadorma

Written for: Moonwashed Weekly Prompt–Nonsensical–11-29-2022

Image by dawnydawny from Pixabay

Currents

both rivers and stars
flow in transient currents
outside time's constraints

©2022 July Day

haiku

Written for: https://amanpan.blog/2022/11/22/moonwashed-musings-weekly-prompt-transient-november-22-2022/

Image by Karl Frey from Pixabay

All Things Ossify

a cauldron of anger bubbles inside
day after day, she swallows it down
in the wreckage of her heart, all things ossify

she is more than just dissatisfied
it shows in her bitter, black frown
a cauldron of anger bubbles inside

once upon a time, she was a happy bride
now, there’s no love nor respect to be found
in the wreckage of her heart, all things ossify

gentle emotions wash out with the tide
on foamy waves of dirty, blighted brown
a cauldron of anger bubbles inside

she has nothing left save for stubborn pride
life has been such a colossal letdown
in the wreckage of her heart, all things ossify

‘tween what is and what should be lies a great divide
so what the hell, let’s send in the clowns—
a cauldron of anger bubbles inside
in the wreckage of her heart, all things ossify

©2022 July Day

villanelle

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

(Family issues will be an ongoing thing–for how long, I don’t know–so my posting and reading blogs here on WordPress will be sporadic. I hope for better times ahead.)

Advance

soft muted colors
paints autumn’s subdued advance
summer sulks away

©2022 July Day

haiku
Image my own watercolor painting.

Transcending



Focus outward,

Surpass the physical.

Not bound to earthly things—be uncloistered.

Illogical.

Released mind transcending

To crystal blue delights. Spirit winging

Ever leeward.



©️2022 July Day



Septanelle

Written for: Moonwashed Weekly Prompt—Transcending—11-01-2022

Image by D Jacob from Pixabay

Booby Hatch

Sophie played with fire, torched a blackberry patch
to smoke out the vile Rat who hid there by day
after haunting her nights in the Booby Hatch.
Booby Hatch—that’s what she called the town of gray,
hidden in thorny brambles that snatched and scratched,
laying at the heart of her dreamtimes’ forays.
The residents there were as mad as March hares;
she had to kill Rat, or forever live there.

When the cold sun rode high, and the Rat laid low,
Sophie came prepared with matches and sharp knife.
Her bare feet left tracks in the white, crusted snow,
from the house of Father and his second wife—
not her mother, the jealous, usurper Zo.
A witch, the girl knew, whose resentment ran rife.
Heavy with child, the witch wanted Sophie gone,
so it would be Zo, baby, and father, John.

When the bare, spiney briars had burned to the ground,
no smoldering city, no black, smoking forms,
no charred bones, nor single tooth was to be found—
just puddles of water, like after a storm.
The witch had tricked her, had moved the gray town,
but Sophie’s sharp eyes discerned cuneiforms
in the few, singed sticks that had escaped the fire,
derived their intendment, knew what was required.

Back to the fine house where once she’d been happy,
before Mother had died and Zo took her place.
Zo turned Father into a slack-jawed zombie
who only saw Zo’s wicked, beautiful face.
No longer was Sophie his cherished sweetie;
his love for her Zo banished, leaving no trace.
Nightly, Sophie heard his licentious plea:
“Please come to bed, Wife, so I can play with thee.”

She opened the kitchen door, the witch stood there;
But Sophie saw past pretty Zo’s conjured spell—
saw Rat stirring the pot, she said a quick prayer.
Rat turned, and her shocked, perfidious face fell.
Today was the day to set everything square,
dispatch Zo and her spawn to the fires of hell.
With a frenzied grin that lit up her green eyes,
she slashed Zo’s fat stomach—watched witch and babe die.

©2022July Day

Ottava Rima

Image by bayram aksu from Pixabay

I Look Down

from my window
I look down, look down
at the iniquitous world spread out below me
I look down, look down
I see foul, curst creatures, but they don’t see me

from my room
I look down, look down
into the caliginous night steeped in midnight tea
I look down, look down
I see ravenous malignancy, but it doesn’t see me

from my prison
I look down, look down
at a haunting of ghosts, ghouls, and monstrous afreets
I look down, look down
I see all things vile and evil…and pray they don’t see me.

©2018/2022 July Day

free verse

Image from iStock

Sparks

gases twine
seek amorphous fit
black kisses
gorged with light
flings sparks through the universe
celestial coupling

©2022 July Day

shadorma

Written for: https://amanpan.blog/2022/10/25/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-celestial-october-25-2022/

Thanks to Cognac Project for introducing me to the shadorma.

Image by: Image by TolacraftProducts from Pixabay

Serenity

simple and serene

nature speaks in blue and green

calms naked spirit



©️2022 July Day



haiku

Image my own watercolor painting.

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