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the fall of night
March 26, 2010 by Melanie Alberts.
This street is as straight as a dying man’s scrawl. The bit where the road curves is where the odd, off- white house still sits, home to no one now. Next door and all around are brightly painted bungalows: pink and lilac and turquoise, like pieces of an outfit picked out by my blind grandmother. This oddity reflects each sunrise as it mixes with the cool of afternoon. It longs for the fall of night. At night, no passerby looks askance at its drab siding or missing shingles. At night, ebony warmth folds into the interior, all eight hundred square feet of cobwebs and debris. At night, people once talked in soothing voices, reading aloud to each other from newspapers spread across their laps. Over their shoulders, lamplight the color of old photographs fell. This house is worn around the edges but to someone, still recognizable as home.
Dressed for a funeral
my great-aunt fingers
her wedding ring
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where do you go
September 20, 2009 by Melanie Alberts.
where do you go
when I sleep? Birdseed
scatters like stars
in the morning, any
wild thing will grow
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where do you go
September 19, 2009 by Melanie Alberts.
where do you go
when I sleep? Birdseed
scatters like stars
in the morning, any
wild thing will grow
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red moon
September 4, 2009 by Melanie Alberts.
red moon–
a fever passes
between us
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night
August 11, 2009 by Melanie Alberts.
night takes back
the moon–
unfinished thoughts
written years ago
are laid to rest
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blue jay robbing
March 20, 2009 by Melanie Alberts.
blue jay robbing
the feeder–
“what a pretty bird”
my husband who hates
birds says, surprised
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scriptfrenzy
March 10, 2009 by Melanie Alberts.
Scriptwriting has been keeping my haiku-mind busy this past month. I’ve just signed up for a scriptwriting frenzy and hope that this focus will help me churn out the feature length script I’ve been plotting by the end of April. So, this year, I will not be writing a poem a day next month. I may just put the blog on haitus…not that I’ve been posting much..until my scripts are done. You have to write 100 pages for the frenzy (I also want to write a short film…less than 30 pages…and keep the ideas coming). What I love about scripts is the strong visual image aspect. So much can be said in so few words…like haiku…because the reader imagines the action and their vision expands on my words. It’s shared in a way that isn’t so spoon-fed, like poetry. I like that. So I need scriptwriting software, a friendly group of like-minded, frenzied writers for encouragment and a desire to just write it down as it comes.
walking in on
tea-stained leaves–
unexpected guest
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late winter
March 2, 2009 by Melanie Alberts.
late winter–
thinking she’s venus
she settles beside you
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rolling tortillas
February 6, 2009 by Melanie Alberts.
rolling tortillas
his wedding band
in her cleavage
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water lilies
January 30, 2009 by Melanie Alberts.
water lilies–
my mother’s hand
testing the bath
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