Between Forever and Never (Rictameter Poem)
An apology crafts a key –
A way to unlock the rusted guard gates
Of the zombie cemetary
Where undead pain begs for
Words to soothe the
H. Bullough 05-24-2017
Sweet! It’s a little love note!
Epoxy Holds the World Together
Early, during the denial of dawn,
Dreams overlap my day’s to-do list
And I remember you.
I think of the projects ahead and
Wish I could ask,
How would you?
I can learn from
But you were
My favorite teacher –
My how-to manual:
How to make and fly a kite.
How to ice skate on a pond.
How to fish.
How to fix broken things.
How to make old things new.
How to build a world with words,
And hold it together with epoxy.
Your lessons epoxied us.
Now you are gone.
In the pre-dawn, I wonder
What are your current projects?
Are you building
Whatever it is, I know there will be epoxy.
-H. Bullough 05-16-2017
What a lovely surprise that came today!
The weather has finally warmed up. meaning it’s hot. Unless you have come to Utah from the tropics somewhere like Panama, or southern China, or Cambodia. I have some serious weeding that needs to happen in the flower beds that is going to require work before the sun hits the west side of the house. I’m sure it will be worth it, right?
I Am A Shade-Loving Plant (Rictameter)
Full sun –
Best avoid it.
Outside in shade, is fine.
Direct brilliance tortures –
Summer’s squinty sun brings searing headaches
Cutting the beautiful weather
With red and blue sabres
Of pain. Avoid
-H. Bullough 05-11-2017
Today the teenager who mows our lawn came, and like magic my yard looked amazing again. He does such a great job. I maybe will have to buy him a superhero shirt.
It’s beautiful how
He shows up every week to
Mow and trim my lawn.
H. Bullough 05-11-2017
The poetry prompt I saw today was the word “detestable”. I was stumped. I didn’t want to write about detestable, so I called “Opposite Day,” and changed the prompt to “first class.” Here is the result:
Flying would be. “May we
Upgrade your ticket to first class?”
Economy seating was oversold.
Behind the curtain are better seats.
I sat. You said hello.
I’m so happy
-H. Bullough 05-09-2017 (Edited for a previous line-break error)
And then I got a phone call, “Mom, something’s wrong with my rice cooker? How do I clean it?” Haiku is not generally used in this type of situation, but sometimes nature takes a twist when it comes into your house.
Dead mouse aroma
Is the rice cooker dead? No,
Clean the reservoir.
H. Bullough 2016
There are many nights as a mother when you need sleep so badly but your baby just won’t let you put her down. At times like this, every thought becomes a desperate plea. “Please, Baby, go to sleep.”
If you sleep, Baby
Go to sleep, Baby
Then Mama can go to sleep, too.
You’re awake, Baby,
What’s it take, Baby?
You need to have some dream-time, too.
We will play, Baby
While we pray, Baby
That you will rest in slumber, too.
Quiet sighs, Baby
Close your eyes, Baby
So Mama can close her eyes, too.
So now sleep, Baby
Go to sleep, Baby
So Mama can go to sleep, too.
– H. Bullough 5-2-2017
From a poetry prompt to write a poem like a lullaby.
2010 Thailand – H. Bullough
I woke before you
But I waited,
You needed more sleep.
The alarm rolled you out of bed,
Into the shower.
You kissed me good morning –
Your hair still wet –
Slipped out of the room with a click.
The shower beckoned me –
I heard the call
But I waited,
Knowing you would return for
One more kiss to say goodbye
Apparently sometimes a kiss
Does not mean what I think it means.
H. Bullough 4-28-2017
Inspired by a quote from The Princess Bride, which I have on a t-shirt.
That evening the lake
Hosted a convention of stars.
They floated in an array of sequined glory.
You threaded your fingers through mine –
Pulled me from my chair –
“Let’s go see the show.”
We sat on the pier – our legs dangled.
I shivered and you tucked me under your arm.
We watched the sun ripen
In a lemony slide toward the horizon –
I could smell it over the water.
You reached –
Plucked the skyfruit –
Squeezed it into a cerulean cup –
A juicy swirl of red, orange, yellow.
You drank and it made you glow.
“Leave me some.”
I reached –
The cup vanished.
Lingering drops of nectar
Glistened on your lips.
I kissed them off –
Sweet and hot fusion
Escalated through a florescent sky.
We rode the current – a twining helix of two.
When I opened my eyes
I saw that we were starlight.
H. Bullough 4-27-2017
Inspired by a poetry prompt at www.poetryprompts.tumblr.com.
Challenge: Write a poem with the phrase “and we were starlight.”