Haunting Happiness

Round and ripe
Pierced and hollowed
Cavernous laughter
Dancing in ghoulish light

Dulling Edges

Staring out of focus
Eyes that glaze
And view a hazy blur
Colours and shapes molded
With a fuzzy fizzing clay

Pink Cupcake (In a pair of haikus)

Ruffles of icing

Decorating edible

Soft petals of cream

\     Spongy crumbly cake     /

\Balances this sugar sweet/

\     With light vanilla     /

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Supper Sleuth

The supper sleuth
Will slurp and savour
Scrutinize the shape and sheen
The harmony of every flavour
Sharp or subtle, herbs unseen
Sussing out the secret sauce

Frosting Cupcakes

Ruffles of icing
Petals of cream
Decorate this baked confection

A Rare Chance

Somnolent serenity
No obligations or alarms
Just the softness, warmth
And dreaming
Under moon and stars
Or dawn and through midday
Shifting, turning deeper
Perhaps until the want for food

Poetry in Numbers

One and one make two
Though overlapping, become one
Two, touching tenderly, face-to-face
Show their shared heart
And put together another way
This one in two
Make three
Or on to four or more
Broken down, are not decimated,
Only more rambling,
And then unreal, imagined
Greater and or more in debt
Than images can grasp

Fracturing a heart
These fragments' fractals are
Unending though within a confined space
And a pattern out-extending can
Continue on forever
Spiral radiating from
One point

A point, it cannot take up space
But holds a place within
Your thoughts
Defining one location
Precisely, unlike any other

Zero
Symbolic and whole
Rounded and full
Of nothing
Or ten
Or tens of thousands
Or the finest knife
That slices thinly, slivers of small being
Delicate differences worth noting
For their wisp of existence

Convention
Found in nature
Giving beauty
Without subtracting
From its own

Arrow's Borders

Hit the line and backspace
Blinking line can go no farther
Back through the margins
Running through untamed forests
Smothered in snow
Back before the words were sent
Released into the unknown wild
From where I cannot get them
Back
Chasing down the wind
Searching for paper cutouts
Amid the blizzards
Thrown to the wastelands
Or maybe tucked against a lamplight
On the streetcorner of a populated city
Gone
No pushing back

Chatting

In the café, tisanes, coffees, and cream
In the colours of the soft coats of cats
Amber, cinnamon, striped ripples
Of the barista's design
Pastries and crumbles
Picked up with the pads
Of fingertips, and the dart of a pink tongue

The vibe of the intellectual, the business professional
The student, the artist, in this crafted atmosphere
Rectangle-rimmed glasses, or the horned librarian
The sharp feline look
Over a mug or porcelain cup
Clinking saucers
And the warmth of the sun through the window
Still in Autumn or gray Winter

Cheshire smiles or satisfied grins
Comfortable silence
Or frantic absorption in a personal task
Socializing, talk curling through the air
With a soft brush of whiskers at an ear
In a corner
Or pulling affection, words weaving and winding
Like a kitten at your legs
Still others, haughty looks and decrees
From their perch on chair or sofa

Many moods and many ways
To spend your time
A memorable chat one day
Followed by others
And interactions of a sort
avec le chat of another kind
every time.

Unproductive Consciousness

Bleary eyes
Dried and red
Pulling at the edge
And scraping under the lids
with every blink

Tired, surrender
Exhaustion and wishing for the deep slumber
While the mind stays, running in place
And the heartbeat vibrates a mad race pace
Quivering and keeping
Awake

Lying still
An hour or more
Hoping to settle
The herbal tea had no caffeine
You woke early and still feel
Awake
Wanting to sleep

Cocooning

I long to be covered in love
Wrapped in it, wreathed in it
Bundled up and tucked in
with a kiss

Snuggling arms and a warm back
Curves and comfort and cuddling
Cloaked in the warmth
of a hug

Companionship and understanding
Acceptance and encouragement
Without judgement, just
Staying at my side.