The artist's model
Draped in diaphanous silk
Beauty on canvas.
*Waterfall*Waterfall of words
Thoughts tumble onto paper
Haikuwrimo August ChallengeNo:1 Introduction
Thoughts begin to coalesce
Words slowly emerge.
Numbers 2 - 11 theme flowers
No: 2 Perfume
The smell of Jasmine
Clings softly to warm night air
Silver moon fragrant.
No: 3 The Pond
White passion flower
Grows wild in countryside hedge
While calm pond stagnates.
No: 4 The Reflection
Narcissus by still water
No: 5 Beauty
From mud it emerged
white Lotus flower of love
No: 6 Early morning
Mushrooms spring from ground
Deluge of rainfall last night
Clean, fresh morning air.
No: 7 Harvest Time
Corn is ripening
Old scarecrow stand's silent guard
Head of straw, no thought.
No: 8 The Wedding
White roses form arch
Bride and groom decorate cake
Sweet, tempting moment.
No: 9 Venus
Fly trap called Venus
Extrodinary plant life
A goddess consumes.
No: 10 Summer
Manifold charm of Foxgloves
No: 11 Roadside Beauty
Dog rose grows by road
Beauty hidden under dust
Traffic fumes stifle.
*Hello Autumn*Sharp bite in the air
Seasonal rotation begins
Summer bids farewell.
*Lone Wolf*Midnight, quiet world
Echoing call of lone wolf
*No Way Back*Lost in new domain
Intrepid travellers evolve
No longer human.
*Flight*Midnight thoughts take flight
Beyond moon and stars they fly
Miasma surge deep within
No light penetrates
Darkness has an odour, musk
Gasping, fear out of control
Heartbeat echoes loud.
Sound of a bell jolts
Door smoothly opens, top floor
Primal fear vanished.
Restless under white duvet
Counting sheep useless.
Fractious night no rest
Ceiling so oppresive
Soft breeze through curtain
Gentle breath of fresh air
Unaware sleep comes.
*Silence and the Baritone*Empty opera house
Enraptured audience gone
Haunting madness pervades.
Footsteps fall on stage
Baritone sings loud and clear
Behind red velvet.
Echoes of heartache
Impossible love resounds
Jack FrostI never thought that Jack Frost
could free a heart of its cold past,
'til he numbed mine with his breath
and broke away the shards of glass.
Piercing icicles into my skin,
enveloping my hair in satin snow,
burning the lights of cherry gin,
and crowning me with an angel's glow...
I was so much warmer then,
though it was twenty below.
*Music of Night*Nocturne of star light
Moonlight's lustre did compose
WhispersSilence is not a quiet thing
Silence fills entire rooms
And takes control of people’s lives
Silences is a monster
Clamping down on its victims
Biting their tongues and pushing them down
Silence screams so loud you can’t hear it
It’s the gaping hole of something missing
So next time you hear even the faintest whisper of silence
The soothing silence.
The calming herbal flavors that fill my senses.
I close my eyes with a soft smile.
I can hear the rain pouring outside.
I exhale before I take another sip.
The warmth of my tea rushes through my body.
The taste satisfies me.
The scent calms me down.
My stress is momentarily forgotten
s i p. . .
LonelinessIt creeps in like fog
swirls around your ankles
rubs up against your leg
opens its tiny demon mouth
with innocent eyes
and chomps down
Old wave song.Lost souls walk along an abandoned beach,
sometimes as students, other times to teach.
Perpetually questioning, yearning for truth,
never satisfied, chasing their youth.
Their feet embedded into the golden sand,
some roam alone, others hand in hand.
leaving their footprints, as they move on ahead,
waves crashing down, drenched in dread.
Above them hover the vastness of dreams,
illusions, perceptions, changing what it seems.
Some believe, some choose to ignore,
some lost souls, even go to war.
They begin to grow tired, slow and weary,
Dark waves engulf those, weak and dreary.
Others stay strong, and walk on along,
Waltzing in a line, to the old wave song.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
The Only WayWhen I took this path
I knew not where it led
I followed it steadily
Not watching where I stepped
But what seemed strait was twisted
And though the path seemed light
Darkness hid roots and rocks
Shadows blocked my eyes
And onward I stumbled
Till, crippled by the path
I cannot find my way
Back to where I've been before
And now alone I find myself
Where nothing more can grow
No paths divulge in front of me
There is only one way to go
The path suddenly seems narrow
Closed in on all sides
Claustrophobic I am sickened
And now I cannot breath
The path ahead is blackened
And nothing good can come
Of following it forever
But it’s the only one
The forest around me is frightening
Dark and majestic as can be
But it seems the only way
That I can somehow be free
So into the trees I run
Toward freedom I believe
But the vines soon grab a hold of me
And lift me off my feet
They carry me back to the path
And once again I hide
In the brightened daylight
Of the only path I know
I cry out in panic
BreatheDizzy, swirly, can't stay straight.
The help I seek will come too late.
Thoughts are all muddled in head.
I can't even tell what I have said.
Heart is thumping, head is aching,
labored breathing, body shaking.
Pull it together, you'll be okay.
Just gotta take it day by day.
Slow your breath and lay real still.
Those thoughts will only make you ill.
It's tough to know where to begin.
Just start simple. Breathe out, breathe in.