Haiku
A colorful scene
Picnic blanket folded out
No shoes required
Cacti bob and weave
They play in Arizona
Until the sun slips
Orange poppy fields
On a blue sky kind of day
Nothing else is planned
Acrostic
So what happens when
Everything stops?
Rude and abrupt or otherwise.
Everyone wants to know eventually.
Nobody can cheat it or
Escape with a
Houdini kind of vanishing
Act.
Vultures sly in the air won't always be there to
Even the score and make
Nothing of their actions.
Scenery
A gleaming copper kettle has been abandoned on the table cloth
It politely rubs shoulders with the tubes of oil and the turpentine cup.
Paintings on the wall flaunt their gallery gold frames
And sit like old friends with their musky confidence.
There are hollow frames stacked in a corner,
gathering dust on weathered barn wood.
They are tired and retired.
They are ready for sleep.
Narrative
With his head leaned against the window,
With the train's melodic rickety clattering,
With the empty paper cup,
With the yellow fields of corn running alongside the window,
He lets the pen slide from his fingertips.
He lets his eyes get lost in the landscape blur.
He lets his eyelids sink lower and lower.
He lets his tunnel of dreams lift him away.
Some lovely things here, Hannah, from the carefree picnic scenes in the haikus to the train lulling the writer/artist into a dreamy slumber in the narrative. I'm especially fond of "Scenery" and the line "Paintings on the wall flaunt their gallery gold frames
ReplyDeleteAnd sit like old friends with their musky confidence." I will remember that phrase "musky confidence" and how perfectly it fits a finished painting. Thanks!