Category: poetry

  • Super haiku Bros. IV

    small dark ball
    blinking red, living only
    to explode

    — Bob-omb

    shot from a cannon
    flying slowly, and yet
    staying aloft

    — Bullet Bill

  • Super haiku Bros. III

    fluffy white ether
    shyly hiding if you look
    approaches from behind

    — Boo

    nothing but bones
    crumbling at the slightest touch
    reassembling every time

    — Dry Bones

  • Super haiku Bros. II

    flying turtle
    hovering up and down
    serving as bridge

    — Koopa Paratroopa

    big brother
    constantly throwing hammers
    defeated by small earthquake

    — Hammer Bro

  • Super haiku Bros. I

    giant chestnut
    walking steadily to the left
    falling off blocks

    — Goomba

    vigilant tortoise
    protected by its shell
    Yoshi's food

    — Koopa Troopa

  • summer’s end

    summer came
    summer went
    all that remains
    are warm memories
    of sunny days
  • lost definition

    long lost
    … a loss prolonged beyond it’s initial schedule

    short lost
    … a loss abridged to save time

    recently lost
    … a loss that freshly happened

    found lost
    … a loss that was now discovered

    just lost
    … a loss well deserved

    not lost
    … a loss that never happened

    prematurely lost
    … a loss that occurred before it’s time

    unlost
    … a loss undone

  • diamond skull

    defying death
    with riches
    born from dust
    matured over aeons
    wrested from their earthly homes
    to be cut
    and polished
    until they shine
    as bright as the stars

    Wikipedia: Damien Hirst “For the Love of God”

  • coloured dots

    on the wall
    many dots
    forming a grid
    accurately measured
    evenly spaced
    seemingly alike
    yet so different

    Wikipedia: Damien Hirst about spot paintings

  • drawing machine

    spinning wheel
    going round and round
    always turning
    never stopping
    drawing perfect circles
    splattering drops into rays
    changing colours
    manipulating shades
    who's in control?
    me or the wheel?
    who's work is it going to be?
    mine or the wheel's?
  • conflicting rest

    every time I feel the need to rest
    it feels like there is something very important I must do
    every time I rest
    it feels like I am accomplishing nothing
    every time I succumb to exhaustion
    it feels like half a day is gone
    every time I am barely rested
    it feels like I need to make up for unused time
    every time I think about rest
    it feels like I need to justify it to myself