Dreams

unfurled, dreaming mind
climbs to the stars and beyond
into the unknown

©2022 July Day
on dreams humans ride
a winter rollercoaster
into summer's arms

©2022 July Day

senryu

Image by Andrew Leinster from Pixabay

Master Pain

My constant companion is Master Pain.
He slipped through a door I forgot to lock,
Eased into a chair in front of the fire,
Kindly poured us both a glass of champagne.

His hands are not gentle, my handsome swain;
They are knotty and rough, bruise my pale skin.
And when feeling callous, invade my thoughts,
Poking fiery digits into my brain.

I curse him, my language foul and profane.
He laughs in my face, taking no offence—
He has heard it before and will again.
My ranting and raving is all in vain.

Together we ride a cold, hellish train—
No stops, on until the end of the line.
Hands clasped like lovers, me and Master Pain.

©2022 July Day

villonnet

Image by MellaViews from Pixabay

Scars

a twice-broken heart
forms a roadmap of deep scars
etched with suspicion

©2022 July Day

senryu

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

Flora

Flora
Bold, steady, strong
golden like the sunlight
imparter of knowledge of plants
sister

©2022 July Day

American cinquain

(In Roman mythology, Flora is the goddess of flowering plants, and also, the season of spring. I wrote this poem for my sister who inherited our mother’s love of “digging in the dirt.” Below is a watercolor of my sister that I painted quite a while back; the featured image is from Rawpixel.)

May Morning

Sipping creamed coffee,
Clay pot of flowers on porch
Brighten May morning.

haiku
Image my own watercolor painting.

©️2022 July Day

The Ocean is Dark, The Ocean is Deep

The ocean is dark, the ocean is deep
A bereaved berth to rest a weary heart...
A mournful place where regrets softly weep

Those blind souls who carelessly sowed and now reap
Their constructions of trenches and tall ramparts...
The ocean is dark, the ocean is deep

An aqueous prison into which clarity seeps
Too late for drawing new maps—or depart...
A mournful place where regrets softly weep

This sunless place, my secrets it keeps
Of the ghost of me who lost her chart...
The ocean is dark, the ocean is deep

The muddy bottom, in obscurity steeps
Countless memories of mistakes and false starts...
A mournful place where regrets softly weep

Please do not wake me, let me sleep
I have no hope, no life, no fresh start...
The ocean is dark, the ocean is deep

©2022 July Day

villonnet

Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay
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