White picket fences gleams, reflecting lights cast
from a slow passing car, the children play hopscotch
in hypnotic slow motion that echoes in the mind: 'Peter, Peter pumpkin eater. Had a wife and couldn't keep her. Put her in a pumpkin shell And there he kept her very well.'
white ruffled curtains
tap, tap, taps on a window
hiding muffled cries
Somewhere an ice cream fell from its cone, the bees
buzz in shallowed bushes showing patches of a silky blouse
where dandelions grew from an open mouth
full of earth, the eyes staring up blankly to the skies
in silent thanks, yes child, tell your momma you saw
something hidden behind the shadows of the sun.
in the dim grasses
buzz, buzz, buzzes bumble bees
once there was honey
The teddy bears stare at the walls, mute, the music box
plays upon sweet notes that will never be understood again
mayhaps only the unblinking ballerina that glides
on its shattered membranes. Lullabies end too somehow
some summers it is cut short and becomes discordant thereafter
repeating on a broken tune again and again and again.
pink lacy ribbons
flew from blond golden ringlets
pecked by hungry crows
There are no lessons here in the shadows of the sun
it does not hide in seedy evil grotos of putrid cities
fecund in poison and roller coster highs and lows,
it dwells in summer, behind white lace-curtained windows
and swaying grasses, and lullabies, wearing a smile
even as it contemplates how to peck your eyes.
Form: Haibun
'Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me, The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality. '
The poem above was written for the Form Over Substance
Challenge:A quinzaine is a syllabic poem, with a total of fifteen
syllables arranged in three lines, in a 7/5/3 structure
