i
A soft gentle breeze
at the end of a hot day,
a baby crying somewhere distant
breaking the silence.
ii
An empty desk cleared
of work, an open notebook
waiting for a poem.
– matt at shadow of iris
i
Hold on and know
to let go
is the wrong thing
to let yourself do.
ii
A castle up on a cliff
overlooks a silver river
flowing through the mist.
iii
A dead end under a bridge
out by tomorrow’s city
where I’ll find you.
iv
Birds fly overhead
you stretch your arms up
towards the arch they fly under.
v
A valley high up
nestled between peaks
where a white castle greets you.
vi
Stars and gloss flow and
flowers twirl in soft gusts
of free floating fairy breath.
– matt at shadow of iris
[Not so good at counting, but I think each verse above is 17 syllables.]
Shadows grow down in
the valley, while mountains bathe
in twilight orange.
– matt at shadow of iris
1.
feeling of oneness
you near me
touch of your skin
an awakening
2.
purple dawn
the moon rising over a castle
up on a steep cliff
3.
alligator
old and moss covered
waits by a bridge
for you to fall
4.
shallow sea water
leads you far out
where mush grass grows
and jelly
5.
a dragon whose name is Sam
has ferocious eyes
and a bad toothache
– marya ophir
[Note for nitpickers: the above are all haiku. Each has 17 syllables and can be arranged on 3 lines of 5-7-5 syllables accordingly, without hyphens.]
1.
a wall of timber
palisades, encircling
ditch, central tower
2.
the iron grip of
the invading elite was
not to be broken
– Marya Ophir
1.
if you see a man
with a purple dotted sash
then best leave him be
2.
brittle long weeds wave
at me, as a breeze begins
to blow through your hair
3.
a touch of red drips
down the back of my knuckle
I want summer now
4.
four layers I wear
yet still this cold sweeps through me
fingers still immobile
5.
these are matters which
appear explicable thus
intelligible
– Marya Ophir
