Petals fall like snow
The moon watches from afar
As dreams drift away
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Haiku #51
poetry
San Francisco
San Francisco
by Jenny Katherine Luu
I travel to the bay
on a beetle with yellow eyes
and a red tail,
through rivers of red and gold,
and rolling waves of cement…
I approach the man-made forest.
A thousand tree trunks
rise into the sky.
They’re only five feet apart,
barely space to walk,
barely space to breathe.
An elegant beauty where
a thousand tree trunks
are lit by fireflies
in the dark blue sky.
People, like squirrels, live in the trees.
People, like ants, swarm at the base.
I, like a fluttering bird,
watch mesmerized
at the organized chaos
between squirrel and ant
co-existing in the crowded forest.
A Mirage
~ photo by Stephen Radford
A Mirage
by Jenny Katherine Luu
It was a moonless night
on the Las Vegas strip.
The pleasure hotel was hidden
behind a magical mirage of smoke.
The stripper who looked like an angel
looked in the mirror with regret.
Her face glistened under the candlelight.
The flames danced in her eyes –
her eyes smothered with mascara.
The rose she held in her hand
glistened with her teardrops.
Petal by petal, the rose fell –
Her regret reflected in the glistening mirror.
Her face was that of oblivion.
She struggled to breathe
under the smothering smoke.
There was never pleasure.
There was always regret.
The angel stripped away her clothes
and disappeared into the smoke.
The hotel smothered in flames,
burned to the ground
hidden behind the mirage.
There was never pleasure.
There was always regret.
Nothing glistened.
Nothing glistened
in the moonless night.
(poem based on a writing exercise using repetitive keywords)
Reverse Poetry
Happy New Year everyone! Sorry, I’ve been slacking off on my blog posts these days. Anyhow, I will ring in 2019 with some creative poetry. I came across this poem by Abdullah Shoaib from a friend’s post on Facebook and was inspired by the concept.
When you read the poem from top-down, the narrator has a low self-esteem, but if you read the poem from bottom-up, she is comfortable and confident. This structure of displaying opposite messaging does take some careful crafting, so I decided to try one of my own as well =) I hope you enjoy both poems and I encourage you to try one of your own.
Chicken and Drooling
I was a little behind on Day 5 of Inktober, so I had decided to combine the themes from Day 5 and 6 into a single drawing. The themes were “chicken” and “drooling.” I hope you enjoy the poem that I wrote to accompany it.
Stomach growls with hunger
Staring at the roasted chicken
Glistening in the store,
He salivates on the window.
Spell
This poem and drawing is based on the word “spell.”
A little bit of woof,
A little bit of ruff,
Some bones, some meat,
Just enough.
Mix it together
With a “poof” and a bow-wow
You magically transformed
Into a cow.
Roasted
The following poem and drawing is based on the word “roasted.”
Squirrels gather around the campfire
Sniffing the most delicious scent
Honey roasted nuts
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