Rushing Water [A Haiku]

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Stumbling stamping down

the empty valley below

Flirting with flora.

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Watch The Rapids Flow

 

 

Rushing rapids raise

rolling , rumbling rejecting

the  big bold STOP sign

 

Tropical Wave

Finally the leaves are bleeding releasing clean liquid to the parched, thirsty ground.

The tropics waves delicate showers of needed  coolness.

I am the grinning sunflower perching thy nose for the touch of rain.

It is thick in the air but it is certainly not the suffocating type.
Bye bye humidity, I will take a day break or two from you.

Hurricanes

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Tight, captured – the eye

of silent wrapped fierce winds

moving over lands, hunt.

~.~.~.~.

Crawling, coming, came

striking a deadly blow, yes.

Washing objects away.

~.~.~.~

Grief stricken people

lamenting of winds and rain,

yet treading afresh.

~.~.~.

I choose the poetry form of  Haiku for this poem about hurricane because of its structure. Haiku creates that tight, powerful imagery through words that I believe works well with events such as hurricanes. When a hurricane moves it is either slow and deadly or fast and deadly and I look at a Haiku almost the same. The movement in a Haiku always hit with a purposeful force (well at least it should, hope I hit someone with a purpose force :P). Haiku and hurricanes moves with little words but effective ways to leave you breathless. I am new to this poetry form, very hesitant at first but moved by capabilities.

My Waterfall

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wet season I ask

fill my cascading fall quick

like stolen kisses

It is my first attempt at Haiku, a Japanese’s poetry form. It should depict the use of water and a simile.  I struggled to meet the 5, 7, 5 syllables [well at least I feel I came close]. I did not want to skip the first assignment because the aim of the Poetry Course is to help write different poetry forms. Thank you Ben.

Summer Is Overrated!

 

 

 

Thundering outside, noises clashing and banging mirroring the thumping of my heart.

Tense, anxious, flowing with that unpleasant nervous sweat.

What an overwhelming, humid day!

What is so attractive about days where sweat pours down the body like a waterfall?

The mandatory extra time spent shaving, sometimes done in a rush, so oops cuts and bruises.

Bring the rains of Springs, fill my days with coolness I plead.

Heat makes me paranoid, placing me on several months of extra pms.

The days when nothing feels better than having a shower, rahhhh.

 

 

 

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Sexy Rain

Eyes perched to the not so distant hills, I feel your presence.
Quickly ,white thick clouds turn to dark grey menacing creatures.
I like the way you do that, the way you signal your approach.

Teasing, taunting sprays of your water lands gently on my miserable face.

Pushed by that enveloping breeze, I see you gather in fury.

I stand watching your movement, you are in no hurry to get here.

 

Oh My Love…I’ve Been Waiting

 

The thunder rented the heavens,
The lightning flashing such dazzling light,
I posed
It is my camera.
I waited with bated breath,
I have waited all day for this.
There it is!
It came crashing down with fiery!
ooh, it is exciting.
The aroma is fresh and sweet,
The wind wrapping caressing arms around me as the thunder protested in jealousy.
Its coolness envelopes me…
I have waited all day for you my sweet love.
The thunder is really angry now but the lightning is enjoying the scene.
I am making a note to ask for all negatives later,
I do not want evidence left.

Left Alone

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It was a cold, dark and scary night, I was alone at home which overlooked Manchesterville. The mansion was quiet, so quiet that I could hear myself thinking aloud. The huge grandfather clock in the large sitting room was doing its usual jazz music but the jazz was quite monotonous at the moment. It was so quiet that every time a rat passed by, my heart skipped five beats. I sat on my favourite sofa in the living room and switched channel after channel to find something interesting to watch but there was none. Slowly and helplessly I dragged myself to the huge French window facing the north of the estate, littered with natural shrubbery. As I looked outside I realized that grey clouds were quickly covering the sky, casting scary shadows on the ground beneath. It seemed like it would rain soon.
Suddenly, I heard a muffle noise outside in the bushes beneath the window. Startled in fright, I turned to run upstairs to my room when I heard another muffle noise coming from the bushes. My heart quivered as horrifying scenes flowed through my mind.

“What made that disturbance?” I thought.
“Maybe it was my Baxter, my adorable dog who probably got stuck in the hedge after his rabbit chase,” I muttered.

Summoning courage, I took my huge black coat that Grandma Laurel Beerch gave me for my birthday, sliding outside to investigate the noise.