October rain spills on top of fallen leaves; puddles of water over red, orange and yellow. Glassy pools of color raging in a last flourish of life. The drops are cool on the tongue and refreshing- sending a shiver down my spine as they drip down my neck.
Autumn's rushing wind
Little lakes of brilliant hues
Fields of thriving corn.
2015 Dragon2th Renga- July by RedDragonfly, literature
Literature
2015 Dragon2th Renga- July
restless night
random explosions
make midnight a celebration?
7-5-15 RD
semi-charred marshmallows
tolerating relatives
sliding scale of sobriety
7-5-15 SM2
picnic guests
mosquito squadron
too itchy to handle
7-8-15 RD
citronella smoldering
Culicidae advance
hazy cloud... reinforcements
7-9-15 SM2
walking the rainy park
followed by dragonflies
good hunting, little ones!
7-9-15 RD
diminutive hunger
sated by morsels
seen with many eyes
7-10-15 SM2
every crumb carried away
line of ants stretching
across the table
7-10-15 RD
single file
orderly procession
Formicidae cadence sung
7-10-15 SM2
one fly catches the sun
over the river-
swallo
Horror Haiku: One Cold Lover by Kill-Natalie, literature
Literature
Horror Haiku: One Cold Lover
I have a very
sweet love, though I'd say that she
comes off as quite cold
it's not the fact that
she has no head or hands or
she's rotten with mold
it's not that I've, with
so much grace, taken her arms
and eaten her face
I'd say it's more that
she never kisses back, and
she won't bat an eye
Oh, my dear reader,
surely you didn't think that
my love was alive!
Chocolate-drop oceans,
Oh, they dip onto your fingertips,
Melting low, down your palm.
Frothy waves, milky and thick,
They crash hard against biscuit sand,
And the candy shells rattle in excitement.
Small flickers of liquorice grass,
A few black, only just licking the air,
As they sprout from beneath your feet.
The citrus sun tugs down at cotton candy clouds,
Sinking into warm chocolate,
And inviting a scoop of vanilla ice cream
To settle into the waffle checkered sky.
What a sweet day and night,
For only a dream’s lips.
Cecelia loved sweet things, like syrupy cherries,
brown-sugar apples, and all kinds of berries.
Pie gave her goosebumps all over her skin,
And pudding created a childish grin.
Cookies earned favor the more that she grew
Until chocolate-chip flavor was all that she knew.
Despite her obsession with fattening things,
Ceclia grew desperately beautiful wings,
Or so the boys said when they spied her at night,
Praying for sugar by windowsill light.
She poured herself out, impossibly sweet,
To all with a craving she happened to meet
Until she grew bitter like unsweetened tea.
It took a fine cleaning to set her lips free
To again enjoy s