© 2017 by Elizabeth Odders-White

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haiku

I love the challenge of expressing an idea or emotion in just 17 syllables. :)

origami spirits

We fold our souls like

paper boxes. Hidden, till

rain-soaked, they unfurl.

whatever works

I fight my battles

with armor of pure Golden

Oreos. Foolproof.

i think (a free-form haiku)

Rumination:

The Curiosity

family's black sheep.

 

 

they just don't understand?

The meaning of words:

The bridge straddling common ground

and the Great Divide. 

infected?

As the worm spreads, each

device—every viral bit—

blasts: YOU. ARE. ENOUGH.

all in our heads (a tanka)

The Beast's imposing

castle—through forced perspective

only—looms above

Fantasyland, as beliefs

dressed as truths e'er deceive us.

 

 

futility

I'm striving, chasing

words that refuse to come when

called. Petulant punks!

outside my window

Menacing Mount Should

obscures the sacred blooms of

the Garden of Is.

 

the palouse

Golden globs glide by.

A galactic landscape flecked

with glimmers of home.

 

 

lines

I don't do lines. Lines

of coke, lines for waiting, lines

of words... Oh, wait.  Shoot.

 

square peg

Familiar. Presumed

to constrict. Must hide, play small.

Soul shrinks. Heart gets squished.

 

 

the best gift

 

A four-foot mansion.

Corduroy. Macrame. Shag.

Grandpa's skills amaze.

 

playing with fire

 

The flames of his pain—

Fear, loneliness—devour

My boundaries.  Again.

 

hedgie

 

Our little Rosebud

pops and pokes and huffs her way

into timid hearts.

 

 

the cusp

 

The sun nods early,

as Boreas taunts the swift

November air. Soon.

 

fall

 

Hydrangea blooms, brown

and brittle, clinging to stems,

dancing with each gust.

 

if i weren't afraid

 

Shortcomings and shame

sharing every shimm’ring stage.

Shadow serenade.

 

no-good nurse

 

Mom has a new knee,

and I have a new patient.

Percocet for two? ;)

 

fierce

 

Inner critic roars,

Why did you...?! Why didn’t you...?!

This time, I roar back.

 

 

off to school (a tanka) 

 

Little bags of cheese,

Shredded of course, with Goldfish,

And salami, sliced.

Three-year-old hands grip a Toy

Story lunch box. So grown up.

 

off to college

 

Even his bed?  Gone?

Tricky thing, this letting go.

Shattering success.

 

 

preserved

There was a camera.

Wasn’t there always?  How else

To enshrine her faults?

 

hollow

 

Vacant guitar case,

Left while blowing out of town.

Emptiness spills out.

 

grandma

Red, sticky sugar.

Hung for love of hummingbirds,

Shared for love of me.

 

heart

A mother’s children,

Held like petals by a stem,

Once released, float free.

confidence

Confidence.  I am

completely certain that I

can keep a secret. :)

then and now

Technicolor world

Once swam in sepia. Now

Songs spring from whispers.