a woman, a worm, a word

a word crawls around a page
seeking its place amidst other words
like a worm in the dirt, wriggly,
slow - barely noticeable -
but interesting
the way it moves, searching the soil
for a comfortable spot

some hope to shine
others hide from the light
afraid they'll be seen, caught

become a boy's bait
awkwardly hooked

re-written or misspelled
taken and then forgotten

a woman can relate to a worm
and a word

this earth

light at the fog's brim
fascinates the air with its
persistent brilliance

rain haiku

rain's quiet patter
drenches her white dress of clouds
a sudden stillness

current

a woman faces the current
upon her head -  a yellow fleece cap
barely hangs  on

words, water
over and over
run through and through
until they reach the end
and connect to another

body of water

the woman seeks stillness
a bay in moonlight
without her hat, the
sheer summer moon
lightens her hair

she listens for the quiet

the nightly show

separate and lifeless

strangely conversing about the not so interesting lives

of written characters

the stale room lingers,

shrinks

this night

evening becomes sleep
yet i do not

stirring and stirred up
too many ingredients

would like to stop time
to stop thinking about time

measure this day in smiles
and increments of ice - pops
and crumbs and the aura
of today's leftover smiles
that float in the air
from today's car ride

free-write haiku challenge - use some of the words at the top of my post to write your own haiku or poem

travel wander unknown fate passage reality imagine magic essence flower vibrance present

the flower's essence
travels an unseen passage
suddenly present