Lee Dunn

You put on those airs
Tripping the light fantastic
Falling down the stairs

#haiku

When someone asks you how you're feeling, and you think "hey, maybe they really care", so you start telling them and their eyes glaze over and they start telling you what their cat did yesterday- Yeah, that. But I have met one person who once asked me the question, and I, being jaded from the experience, said Oh I am fine thanks. And she said "but I know you're not", and I felt the floodgates open. She began crying, then told me things that you don't tell, and it made me well.

Where?

~ In grace ~

~There was that time of peace, soft and slow. Of an unbeknownst contentment. Of being here for it all.
And, in this later day, the notes of that gentle melody are half-heard, reached for in dream, settling on tired eyes...the weight of a nodding head.~

That melody you once heard, but could never find again. The one that came back in a dream, then was lost once more in the surfacing of the day. Look for it, my dear, in the half-heard fade of that nameless tune that otherwise was base and common.

Thanks!

Not bad. Hope you are well too, Marie.

Goodnight, Marie.

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~ All in good time ~

Tangibles?

Sunset at our house

JFC

~ It was night in the dream-room. There were table saws, whistling kettles, a hallway maze, and cushions strewn on the floor. A serious bird that bowed and said nothing. The only light was red, shining into the years ahead...~

Congrats, Jenny!

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Tonight’s sunset

You are different.
You can look into my eyes,
and not look away.

I remember, now,
how to look into a mirror,
unflinchingly.

From what life do you come,
and how came the art of this miracle?

This smile that cracks my lips.

This wanting to play.

~ A second chance ~ Somewhere in great Andromeda’s arm, little Donelda comes to herself at the sound of trickling water. In the stream’s iridescence, something bobs- circle-twirls in the undertow of an eddy. On this day, the water is warm, and her thin fingers feel no change as she scoops up the doll. Raggedy Ann has made it through. Together, they’ll be just fine.

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There ain't no flying straight lines, Beach Crow tells me. Or walking.

Life ain't got grid coordinates. Yer follow yer beak. Or nose.

Wind sends yer off in sweet curves or curlywurlies. Hills to rise above. Or crawl up. Ooh and shinies distract-

She blinks. Where wos I going with this?

#whistpr

~ About dishes ~

Pretend, at the sink, to be enthralled
by those sheeting waterfalls.
Those rebellious spoons
that always lay just so,
contriving their founts of rinse water.
Float that pasta pot.
Let it bob,
see its handles whirl like a time-lapse sundial,
softly,
softly to bed.

In want of an enfolding,
I imagine a bird of Pray.
Winged as an angel.
As bright as a day.

Somnambulant,
I have the night terrors.

In the bathroom mirror,
I am a bearded ghost,
gowned and scream-faced.

Adrenalin pumps-
a syringe to the heart.

The earth shrugs us off with her manic quakes.

The nattering television cannot help me,
for it won't listen.

Won't listen.

finding seeds
amongst the stubble
next summer's skylarks

#DailyHaikuPrompt (straw)

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