A glimpse of light

 

 

cobble me a picture

with moments of this broken reality

create a masterpiece

with the remnants of my sanity

let us put these rare lucid moments in a frame

display them like a memory

showing how things could be

if I move forward, readily

 

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If I could frame what my mind could be, the freedom I could have. If I could see on a daily basis what I’m working toward, I can keep moving, keep pushing, to be free.

#OCDvocate

Cobble poem for dVerse.

 

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A Mother’s Guilt – An Erased #Haibun

 

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I close my eyes. The guilt presses against my skull. Blood pounds the base drum in my ears. I try to breathe, but a noise pulls the trigger and rage convulses out of the monster‘s mouth. Their confusion shines through giant brown mirrors that reflect the ugly creature before them.

 

tears spill

moments slip away

defeated

 

hands

press against

my eyes

(breathe)

until the monster

is no longer a giant

and the mirrors reflect

how I want to be

 

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Erased haibun is a form I learned for #NaPoWriMo.

Submitted for this week’s open link night over at dVerse.

 

 

 

Autumn – Troiku

bare branches

a jungle gym for birds

wings all aflutter

 

bare branches                                                                   a painting against the blue sky
a painting against the blue sky                                          color drips to the ground
leaves under my feet                                                         gathering in piles

© Yozakura, the Wandering Spirit

leaves under my feet

a satisfying crunch

autumn symphony

 

© Caitiln Gramley

 

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This attempt at a troiku is in response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #31 Troiku … “bare branches”

A troiku starts with a base haiku, then you create three new haiku where each line of the base haiku is the first line in each of the new haiku.

I quite enjoyed learning this new form. 🙂

To learn more about troiku click HERE.

Fractured Mind

 

Forehead lined with worry

ninety scenarios

from a single thought

stick to her like

insects on fly paper

 

If only she could

unhinge from this frame of mind

 

Hours – turn to days – turn to weeks

simple truths slip though desperate fingers

Reality now muddled

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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A quadrille for dVerse.

Earthing (#haiku)

 

feet on dew-kissed grass

recharging lost energy

a breath of fresh air

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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A Haiku for #Haikai Challenge #30 (4/21/18)

Off prompt today for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo

Day Twenty-Six #NaPoWriMo

 

Coffee cup, mostly full

sizzle of the griddle

crackle. pop.

 

Tiny hands grab hold of her leg

hunger pains too much to bare,

she WAILS,

red faced little morning monster.

 

Chaos in the living room

personal space being invaded

feelings being hurt

a tangle of legs

foot meets face

“Moooooooooooooom”

SLAM! goes the spatula.

 

The microwave dings

the timer chimes

two boys stomp up the stairs

SLAM! goes the door

the scent of burnt toast

now filling the house.

 

She gulps cold coffee, bitter

swallowing the lump of anger

that threatens to come back up

yawn

more coffee, a splash on the floor.

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Six : “write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.”

 

 

 

One

 

“We gather here, today,

to unite this man and this woman in

Holy matrimony…”

Fingers lace

a perfect fit,

 two

imperfect lives

“Two are better than ONE…”

ONE is better than two

Together, we

are “a force to reckon with”

You plus me

ONE.

 

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A quadrille for dVerse ~Poets Pub.

Written for NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Three.

 

 

 

 

Hidden Torment

Skeletal-tree-Web

Skeletal-tree-Web by Fay Collins

One thought, not necessarily significant, is placed upon her mind. Anyone else would shake their head at the silly thing and move on, but she is unable to. Seeded, it starts to grow, slowly at first, a single grey tendril. It brings with it a second thought, then a third. Each one produces another, inducing fear and worry. Soon, its gnarled fingers have taken over, invading every peaceful moment. Questions and doubts, her only companions.

the naked tree sways

roots take hold beneath the ground –

no one sees how far

 

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This Haibun is in response to two prompts.

Tuesday Poetics – Fay Collins: Sarah challenged us to write a poem inspired by Fay Collins Artwork.

Carpe Diem #1413 Loneliness (Haibun in the classical way): “Loneliness … what does it mean for you. Do you choose loneliness sometimes, to find new inspiration and new energy? Loneliness … a strong emotion with a strong task today, because I love to challenge you to create a classical haibun. In other words, the haiku (or tanka) have to be written in the classical way. (More about this classical way of haiku-ing you can find  in Carpe Diem Lecture 1) Your haibun may have a maximum of 300 words.”

Also written for NaPoWriMo.

It’s Spring’s Turn Now

 

As the sun kisses the earth it draws frigid air back to the night. The afternoon’s heat now a dream I wish would linger a while longer.

Tangerine and blood

set fire to winter’s grasp

new life take hold

 

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This micro haibun (less than 55 words) is in response to dVerse Haibun Monday

Prompt: “A Japanese word, CHIJITSU, means LINGERING DAY, or LONG SPRING DAY: a Kigo that, in a way, can apply to both Spring and Autumn—one that invites poets from both hemispheres to write a Haibun from their unique perspective. That is our prompt for today’s Haibun. You may choose to use it in reference to a season, or even metaphorically.”

I am learning how to write haibun. Constructive criticism and helpful insight are welcome and appreciated.

Tomorrow’s Coming

Tomorrow’s coming

I know it to be true

it will be a day much like today

monotony

child tears and laughter

haunted day dreams

piles of laundry

dishes, old and new

job one

job two

kiss from the husband and a quick

I love you

jumbled thoughts

of past events

and future possibilities stuck on repeat

food cravings and warped mirrors

doubt

fear

a little loneliness

nothing new

tomorrow’s coming

I know it to be true

 

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Day eleven for NaPoWriMo.

Today’s prompt was to write about what your future would look like.