where do you go

where do you go
when I sleep? Birdseed
scatters like stars
in the morning, any
wild thing will grow

where do you go

where do you go
when I sleep? Birdseed
scatters like stars
in the morning, any
wild thing will grow

red moon

red moon–
a fever passes
between us

night

night takes back
the moon–
unfinished thoughts
written years ago
are laid to rest

blue jay robbing

blue jay robbing
the feeder–
“what a pretty bird”
my husband who hates
birds says, surprised

scriptfrenzy

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

late winter

late winter–
thinking she’s venus
she settles beside you

rolling tortillas

rolling tortillas
his wedding band
in her cleavage

water lilies

water lilies–
my mother’s hand
testing the bath

between our houses

between our houses
several broken branches–
no tracks in the snow