Perle Champion

my hand hold the stone
I chant the invocations
my transport to dreams

frontiers disappear
we’re slowly killing nature
one tree at a time

the gauntlet’s thrown down
a dare on the perfect lawn
speak truth or die

Poets are so driven to craft words that speak truth. The structure of haiku demands a certain distillation I find a challenge to my tendency toward verbosity.

Sometimes I’m wildly creative; sometimes I’m only mildly creative. I remind myself that no one hits home runs all the time, but you hit none if you don’t show up at the plate. Write on!

no abnormal want
a lavish dangle of gems
no thorned tiara

unity keeps one’s
place that transition changes
ignoring buffers

Letting go of what I know, and treading unfamiliar territory gives me that nervous stomach. Somehow I feel more alive, when I can feel the fear and do it anyway.

I’m poised on a high precipice ready to take the dive into new terrain in 2013.

some moments are true
only on fiction’s pages
spring is fleet of foot

My novel on the other hand oft has feet of clay. Edit, edit, edit. I intend to launch the eBook this coming weekend.

I’m enjoying fiction. To see words I write build lives and worlds – oh my. It’s exhilarating.

difficult place love
arrival denied by fear
ignores spring’s promise

did you ever feel
that you could fly just to find
that you never could

did you ever feel
that he’s the best just to find
that he never was

no destination
is the key it’s the journey’s
steps from me to me

necromancers
knew lead’s atoms gold’s too
belief is the thing