Poems in November Month

Howdy y'all...

November's back again, and so is the poetry! Join me, if you would be so kind, as I muddle through another 30 poems (this time, hopefully, with friends j and cissy alongside me offline/online) and see what this construction of my perception comes up with.

A haiku, simple and sweet to start:

So today begins

another journey into

a vast poetic...

Until tomorrow...

xErica

Haikus for Mom's Birthday

She spoke the truth when

she said: Here's to the mother

who let her do it.

Like the brown groundhog,

you're my brunette cautionary

for not fucking up.

No one makes breakfast

--waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs--

like you do, at noon.

For each of your gifts,

you are thoughtful of your theme:

mostly, it's called love.

I can talk a lot

of nothing of consequence;

thank you for listenin'.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA....

Dirty Haikus or Magnetic Poetry Passion

On this the 14th of November, I decided to write dirty haikus. (Sorry, Dad.)

Why? Well, I blame it on poet Cheryl Dumesnil (go buy her book, In Praise of Falling!). You see, she gave Alex and I a "little box of Passion word magnets" as a wedding present, and well with 72 words to choose from, this is what I came* up with:

like tender sweet love
she licks wanton chocolate
to tingle my breast


make me moan all night
linger with your caress or
come body and slow


warm naked passion
do I forever desire
I am always hot


our beautiful night
pleasuring together as
you tremble for touch


feel us give and share
someone is in the heart but
we are of a kiss

The remaining words? have, be, it, he, er, a**

*Out of all the words available, Alex's mum decided 'come' was the worst offender of our microwave. We disagree.

**Editor's addition: After posting the link on Facebook, a family friend, Chris Eaton, solved the mystery of the remaining words (in a 'non-dirty' way): He have it, a beer.

Haiku

I can still remember learning to count syllables in primary school, and then being taught to write haiku. I loved the challenge of getting the 5-7-5 just right.

Today, I am quiet, reflective, noticing the changing season and the changes around me--taking them in with their emotional weight, letting them wash through. And so, haiku felt oddly appropriate.

To share:

Daily, the dustman sweeps.
Wrappers receipts, sweets and butts.
And now, also, leaves.

After you have cried,
your face looks as if it's washed
with rose water, pink.

She asks me to list
the feelings I hold within:
sadness, despair, fear.

For Tuesday - Before Me

orange gerber daisy
bowl of apples and oranges
one mini pumpkin

London Home

The duvet is set,
lover snuggled in sweetly--
time for bed for me!

Traveling Haiku

I wait for the plane.
It takes me where I want to
snuggle back in bed.

Friday Haiku

I dreamt of you and
didn't recognize my home,
or me, when I woke.

The blades of grass look
soft in the photograph on
your desk; camera's lie.

The light through bedroom
window breaks, I am alone.
I feel the clouds pass.

For Tuesday - The Recovery

The adrenaline
from writing is the most in-
tense experience.

For Hours

Time suck in the world
of writing: the computer
is my companion.

Morning Hugs

I don't have many poems
about my mom, but I could
write of morning hugs.

Good morning, Mom.

For Sunday

The summer solstice,
I choose what of to let go.
Send them with the tears.

A Tribute to My Childhood

When-you-know-the-notes
to-sing, you-can-sing-most-any-
thing. Doe a deer, a

female deer. Ray, a
drop of golden sun. Me, a
name I call myself

Far, a long, long way
to run. Sew, a needle pull
-ing thread. La, a note

To follow sew. Tea,
a drink with jam and bread, and
that will bring us back

to doe, doe, doe. Doe,
a deer, a female deer. Ray,
a drop of gold'n sun...

Lost Emails

I was left afraid
not receiving a response;
but then, they found you.

--or--

I thought you dared not
proceed on that path with me;
but then, you found them.

Haiku

Oh, Rainbow Headband:
How I love to sport your style;
help me show my pride.