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
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
This Jealous Day ran off –
Stealing my muse for an intimate tete-a-tete.
Their betrayal hardened my heart and
Convinced me in deed,
There is nothing new under the sun.
Anything worth saying has long-since been said,
Even published on the internet.
Don’t believe it? Ask Google.
Until at sunset,
Clouded in a perfume of rain,
She gusted through the front entry
In a flurry of pages, and slammed the kitchen door.
She found me despairing over a white page,
Kissed my head in apology,
And combed cool fingers through my hair.
Though I know her contrition is short-lived,
Her sisterly attention reminded me –
The world overlooked the red maple leaves
Teeter-tottering in the rain –
Wet spatters against the window.
She revealed vivid red, yellow, and green
Painted over a backdrop of gray clouds.
Together, we listened to the far-off thunder,
Telling of a fearless adventurer
Seeking refuge in the mountains.
Even the cat cried out in sympathy –
But perhaps she was just hungry.
-H. Bullough 4-18-2017
What a Long Time It’s Been.
Roughly three years. That’s how long it’s been since I have posted anything on this site. There was a lot of personal stuff happening that just sort of blew my writing efforts out of the water. But somehow, things seem to be unlocking for me now and I am back to writing. I am so grateful.
I have another blog that hasn’t been so dormant. It’s more about life and personal stuff. If you are interested, you can check it out at www.weatheringthejourney.com.
Here it’s about my writing. The struggles, growth, conferences, poetry, vignettes, stuff like that. I’ve been working at it for a while, so I’m not so much of a newbie, but I haven’t taken steps to get published yet, either. Maybe soon.
Yikes. There’s no net.
Beginning a new endeavor always seems to involve some adrenaline, making me wonder, who will catch me when I fall? Sure, I’ve got family who will always love me, but I can’t think of anything that has a higher try/fail ratio than being a writer. Oh well, I guess it’s good that there is no actual blood involved. Not sure that actually improves the recovery rate between a fail and getting back up again. Doesn’t matter. Here I go!
- Write something new every day (though not necessarily on this blog).
- Take lots of photos. They help me see things in new ways.
- Revise Ruthlessly!
- Hmm. I think three rules is all I can handle for now.