Andante–Prompt Nights


Wikipedia Commons: Mozart

high octain

adagio thoughts inhabit me
beside the mountains or the shore
i live for music, nothing more

alone and aimless though i be
i play the blues and drink my booze
then jazz it up to vivace

when morning comes, i toss the score
adagio thoughts return to me

adagio thoughts conquer me
gravissimo my spirit’s core
i leave my music at the door

though from myself i hope to flee
i find my muse in nature’s clues
a gift of music sets me free

once more allow melodic roar
as dolce thoughts come back to me.

Musical Notations:

gravissimo—most grave

This is a poem I wrote a few years back that I am linking to Sanaa Rizvi’s Prompt Nights where the theme is MUSIC. The form, developed by Luke Prater, is a High Octane.

Emily’s Song


Emily’s Song

a Haibun

It’s 2 AM and the sound of tea pouring into my ceramic mug hurls me back thirty-some years. The old lady stands on tiptoe, touches her weathered lips to my then-youthful cheek. I catch the scent of Yardley’s lavender and, in the background, a hint of cinnamon. As I enter her 1930’s home, the far wall of her living room catches my attention. Shelves, painted yellow, are lined with books and photos.

She goes to brew our pot of tea while I scan the titles and pictures. My eye catches sight of a young couple, standing arm-in-arm, circa the early 40’s. He’s wearing the uniform of an Army Air Corps pilot. In the background a child is tossing rice at them. A second photo shows them driving off in an old convertible bearing a “Just Married” sign on the trunk, and another, a very pregnant Emily holding a balsawood model of a WWII bomber.

“Those are my stories,” she says, entering the room. I won’t bore you with them. And she didn’t, as over the years we spend time sharing her life and a cup of tea—the stories of a World War II bride. And widow.

the room enfolds me
warmed by tea, infused with light
she shares her stories

Written and shared with Sanaa Rizvi and folks at Prompt Nights.


Photo: 10 Best--An Itinerary for viewing the San Andreas Fault

Photo:–An Itinerary for viewing the San Andreas Fault


Now and again
the earth desires rest.
Sap withdraws.
Roots reach slender fingers
into her deep soil,
drink slowly of her nourishment—
according to her plan.

But then, today she shivers,
sends waves of movement
through her old body,
surprises those of us
who seek assurance,

Written for Sanaa Rizvi’s Prompt Night where we are considering “Spontaneous or Not.”

I can look out the window and see the San Andreas Fault and last Wednesday we had an early morning 4.8 temblor. The earth has her plans but also her surprises. She is both predictable and unpredictable, like we are. The photo is of a sign for tourists wanting to view the fault line.