obelus icon
obelisk, pylon reached, breached
faceless god gone, fled.
Bow (haiku)
11 May 2012 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, haiku, Poetry
Wine
10 May 2012 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, haiku, Poetry
maenadic maven
guaffing vines blood – divine rite
chasing the night’s flight.
(c) Perle Champion
Dreams Held Close (haiku)
09 May 2012 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, haiku, poetry
dreams told come not true
night’s velvet cloak holds gems, so
spew nightmares instead.
Faery Dust
08 May 2012 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, haiku, Poetry
those clouds that held us
aloft gave way to the ground
wings gone, we walk on.
Be Witch, Be Quark
07 May 2012 Leave a comment
in Blogging from A to Z, haiku, Poetry
find the gap between
thought, one with the universe
be both here and there.
(c) Perle Champion
Suspended
06 May 2012 Leave a comment
moon kissed sea’s ebb, flow
I trod the strand, that just firm
sand not now nor then
(c) Perle Champion
Rain
05 May 2012 Leave a comment
rain drenched sopping ground
long sated – swiftly runs your
largess to the sea.
© Perle Champion
Enough
04 May 2012 Leave a comment
The world of childhood, did it die, or did the childish – I
Lately, I’ve gone searching here and yon and in dark corners
of my mind – she’s there, I know it.
What great calamity sent her hie to hide
away from day
What was the final injury; what sight; what slur,
what fall for her
was the one that brought the words
no more
enough
I try so hard to remember; I seek to ask, but she flees through veils of
of years denied through rooms long dark, and halls of dust echo
ancient tears she cried
enough
Just John
03 May 2012 Leave a comment
You know
I do not really care
and I know
you do not even dare
to talk at length of our relationship.
Lest some not-so-well-meaning soul
should drop a casual word
and someone who shouldn’t
heard
then where would we be
you
and I
and she.
Did you ever Sleep out side
02 May 2012 Leave a comment
the night had grown old and morning
crept across the lawn – tender tiptoes on wet grass
breezes teased dew from trees- woke slumbering flowers in their beds,
and me, as the cobwebs of dream
clear to greet her coming
no desire to go from outside to
inside – no desire for the musty odor
of things in need of dusting and
things that occupy space and give
little in rent when
outside, out here, it’s all connected.
Perle Champion 