Another Testament to the Good of Video Games
I’ve been going about my exercise regime all wrong!
Silly Halloween Poem
Candy and apples weigh down my arms
While at every door, Sister flaunts her charms.
“Trick or treat,” she says with gap-toothed grin
And shows off her princess dress with a spin.
“Come on,” I moan, “I can’t take anymore!”
“Please, bestest sister, just one more door!”
“Fine,” I grumble, “But, that’s it, do you hear?”
And so, towards that last house we venture near.
Down the dusty driveway, sister and I
Step—soft and slow—with our flashlights held high,
Past whispr’ing grasses towards a house that was hidden
Deep in the shadows—wait, did that say “Entry Forbidden?”
“Quite dreary, but hardly scary,” I scoff.
When, suddenly, my sweet sister runs off
With a piercing squeal and a maniacal laugh.
Possessed by a demon? No, just home at last.
Tomorrow is Today
i had an idea, a word, a phrase, a play. i had to write it even though i was in bed already, and even though i have a long, long day ahead. but i’ve finished my haikus, and my repetition poem, and my conversation poem. i can rest a little, and work on scenes this weekend. maybe even tomorrow, if i’m not too tired, because i’ve got ideas about those too, and they may not let me settle down until i write them. it’s a treacherous feeling, somewhere between exultation and exhaustion.
here are my haikus (and a tanka):
Dry winds blow ashes
across golden hills, and the
earth becomes the sun.
White blossoms swirl down
between buzzing and chirping.
My mother sneezes.
Sweet, brown walls crumble
in my mouth and a new moon
rises on my palm.
Body and blood, I
rise with the doves singing, “Ah—
—lleluia!” Outside,
a child’s laughing scream—the hunt
has officially begun.
Also, a poem on being cold:
Laughing and lunging, pitching and plunging
Headfirst into mountains of snow,
The children replied, without breaking stride,
“We’re warm, warmer than the sun!”
Rolling and rumbling, tilting and tumbling,
Losing mittens and muffs on the way,
The children then said, with noses all red,
“We’re warm, as warm as the sun!”
Chittering and chattering, shivering and shattering
Snowballs on each others’ heads,
The children did say, “Oh please let us stay,
We’re warm, warm under the sun!”
Huffing and rubbing, tugging and fumbling,
Making their way inside,
The children moved slow, with scarves in tow,
“It’s freezing outside, we’re done!”
