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
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.
Not related to the poem below at all, but I liked the picture.
My UPS Driver Works for the CIA – Rictameter Verse
He grabs the box –
Carries it to the door –
Stashes it where no one will see –
Runs to the waiting van and speeds away.
The dog stayed silent – No one saw.
She came – the dog bellowed.
Heeled shoes are not
H. Bullough 4-21-2017
Rictameter Verse: Nine lines in the poem, and a strict syllable count —
2 syllables in the first line, then 4 syllables in the next, then 6, then 8, then 10,
then 8, then 6, then 4, then 2 in the last, with the first line repeating itself in the last line.
Please Understand, I’m Writing
I want to say –
I can’t answer my phone
While I’m at work. It’s destructive.
Disorienting. I get yanked away –
Time and space shatter and I’m lost –
Will I find my way back?
Tell the prince, I’m
H. Bullough 4-21-2017