I’ve got a new story up on my stories page. Oh Democracy – A haibun short story about security guards on a snowy day. This one is SFW. I had originally did it to send to a publication but they didn’t pick it up so I’m publishing it here.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one Drying in the color of the evening sun Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away But something in our minds will always stay Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are how fragile we are
Blood, flesh and steel Color the evening sun Rain stains our minds
Stay this final act Clinch a[n] argument Violence born an angry star
How fragile rain Like tears Say we are
The rain A star How fragile
Blood color evening sun Argument violence born Fragile tears we are
This is from a prompt on dVerse. Write a burning haibun using the lyrics from a favorite song to inspire you.
Sting has always had literary or story telling nature to his songs. Fragile from his album Nothing Like the Sun is a favorite of mine. Using one of his songs was an easy choice for me. I like how with each ‘burn’ the meaning and tone change. I can imagine the song playing in the background as you read through each one. I hope you enjoy!
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Images by Couleur & Andreas N respectively, from Pixabay Background by me.
Chest nuts proud and ripe Standing tall tonight Upon a Christmas eve cold and blustery Wrapped within a dress so tight
Sugar Plums beneath a package large Holding a white dream of frosted bliss Is this a treat for me tonight Upon a Christmas eve
Your chest nuts are hot, Roasting in my minds eye Uncovered to bare their glory Like a star shining in the east on a dark night
Let your sugar plums dance on my tongue Jingled like sleigh bells on a rough snowy land I can feel your stirring Roar like a lion, I’m no mouse
Jack, frost my nips See it drip from my chest nuts Rubbing … noses like Eskimos Will you find it hard
Sugar plums hung Like stockings by the fire Settle on the bed, all through the house Bring forth such a clatter they hear it on the lawn
Chest nuts roasting hot, an open fire Sugar plums dancing, their heads hard Loaded with toys and goodies Moon on the breasts of fallen snow Now I exclaim as has been said many times Oh, oh, oh! And to all a good night.
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Bang It goes Against the wall Shattered pieces Broken Bang Loud crash I couldn’t bear To hear screams Bouncing around Echoes Toy With me My emotions empty My words meaningless Syllables of Nothing Drum Into my Pounding, pulsing brain Angry cries love
Misfit Toy
Another dVerse Quadrille prompt, this time you must write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word “bang”. Hope you enjoy!
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Robot love is cold Metallic touch of the heart Leaves me heart broken
Laugh all you want. I don’t care. She meant more to me than any of you Fleshies ever did! Plastic though she was. I mean I know the heat I felt was generated by electric wires. Her voice came through a speaker, pre recorded sounds with an AI DJ. I’m not stupid. And I’m not crazy! I was … I was just in love.
What is love really The mind’s electric impulse Chemical cocktail
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This dVerse prompt was a science fiction halibun. I probably could have gone a bit more with this one but this felt like this was enough. Hope you enjoy!
Whatsoever you do, don’t use the whatsis! Somewhat wise words that came from your lips. Whatever the warning was meant to be, Got lost in the whatnot of the swirling sea Question the use of it if you must Whatchamacallit just turns to dust
A Quadrille prompt from dVerse – Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), literally including some form of the word what.
What if that’s not it? The end is not tomorrow or the day after but it is instead a beginning. Oh they say that every day is a beginning. And that’s true. But what if tomorrow is A beginning. A nexus, an inflection point in history. History is long. History is long. Our lives are short. Our power is finite … alone. But together-
Together as one Actions equal reactions They’re united too
Tomorrow has come and the world has not come undone but it has ended. Being over dramatic. Histrionics, history, his story, no story, no words. Actions so loud, I cover my ears and cry. Let me get you a tissue. Don’t be cruel. Today I weep. Grieving for a tomorrow that will never come.
Drama’s curtain call The theater of the absurd Tragic comedy
Tomorrow there will be a sun. Tomorrow I will fight. Tomorrow will be when hope begins. But tonight … Tonight I mourn. Tonight I weep. To the night I give my soul and my light. Long may it burn But oh when the morning comes, and the sun shines bright. Then my soul will rejoice.
The sun’s bright light shines Illuminating all things Then there shall be hope
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