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Living in Motion

Unwanted Companion

Fear. Not the kind that makes me jump, no, that would be too easy. The kind of fear that lives, even thrives on the inside. The fear that nags and dashes hopes and dreams. The kind that poisons. The invisible hand that holds the lens up too close and flattens me under the microscope. An engulfing, slow ache radiating from the pit of my stomach. Fear of failure, fear of success, fear of falling apart, a tendency to sabotage. That’s what I often lie awake about. They are the shadows I carry with me in the broad daylight and strive to shoo off with my smiles. It isn’t every day it rears its monstrous head, mostly just lurks about. Lying in wait for the day happiness is near.

Breaking waves crash down
Dark clouds unfold before us
Storm on the horizon

©2016 Proximanova


This poem is an assignment from Haibun Monday on dVerse schedule, hosted by Toni. The prompt was to write a haibun with ‘Fear’ as the subject. A haibun is a tight one paragraph, non-fiction, about the subject followed by a nature haiku. Go visit today’s  dVerse topic to learn more about the prompt and read more haibuns.

Seven

My hands lingered on your skin
My heart skips a beat
Just seven extra moments
Seven tiny and infinite moments
Maybe you never even noticed
But they will forever be mine

The taste of your lips
The quickening of your breaths
A singular beautiful memory
Where I had you to myself
Precious and vulnerable
Beneath the open sky

My eyes linger on you still
Across the table, a stolen glimpse
Yet, you are no longer mine
When you smile in my direction
I feel myself laid bare
When your gaze meets mine

Those seven extra moments
Did not fade in your absence
Your soft hands, soft skin
Fresh upon my mind
Soft lips pressed against mine
Under that bright and starry sky

©2017 Proximanova

Decolonizing Patriotism

blue skies
green grass
wispy clouds

the land of my ancestors
belongs to the earth
we are just the caretakers

now we have
hazy grey smog
concrete jungles
and smoke signals

we must protect
the water, soil, and air
we must protect our future

©2016 Proximanova


Quadrille prompt: This week’s dVerse prompt is to write a poem on our blogs in exactly 44 words (excluding title) where at least one of the words is cloud(s). Visit dVerse and get inspired by the other poets.

One-Liner Wednesday – 10.05.16

prompt: One-Liner Wednesday – The Temptations of a Masochist, click the link for more info on one-liner Wednesdays & to read more pingbacks.

The Raven

Pressure building, body aching, a new life about to grace the world. It was sixteen and a half years ago, but it feels like just the other day, I laid upon that hospital bed as a raven landed on the window sill. Pushing, breathing through the blood and the pain. Tiny human, face so perfect. In the excitement of the moment I forgot to care about sex and gender. I was holding a new tiny human to my breast, nurturing and feeding. It was at least 15 minutes before I realized everyone in the room knew I had a daughter, but my eyes were trained upon that perfect face, a small reflection of me… and at that moment in time nothing else even mattered. Three days later and several heated discussions about a name, the raven at the window pecking at the glass. Raven. Yes, it was perfect. A trickster, intelligent and creative – the one that brings light and fire to the people, as my ancestors tell it. She changed me daily, growing up together, learning together, exploring the world together. She changes me still.

shiny wings outstretched
independence growing nigh
still sleeps in the nest

©2016 Proximanova


This poem is an assignment from Haibun Monday on dVerse schedule, hosted by Toni. The prompt was to write a haibun with ‘Winds of Change’ as the subject. A haibun is a tight one paragraph, non-fiction, about the subject followed by a haiku. Go visit  dVerse topic to learn more about the prompt and read more haibuns.

One Liner Wednesday – 09.07.16

 


prompt: One-Liner Wednesday – A Hostage Situation, click the link for more info on one-liner Wednesdays & to read more pingbacks.

I Dance with the Moon

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I grew up in a small sleepy town. My hometown closed up shop by 8 pm and by 9…well the night sky stretched from mountaintop to mountaintop and as far past infinity as you could imagine. Night has always been my favorite part of any day. The cool wash of silver as it spreads its light over everything visible like a light coat of dew. I’m never alone at night. The moon is my companion. Large moon. New Moon. Infinite starlight. I love the way the world is revealed in the night, at first you see just barely what is in front of you, until gradually, details become clearer and a silver dipped deep blue scene is revealed–much like the way a photograph reveals a new facet of a scene in black and white, or how the deepest parts of the ocean seem to go on forever. The trivial and mundane suddenly take on new shapes and mystery never seen by light of day. The night is sensual and mysterious, a time to explore things anew. Every night is like this for me, beautifully different than day and elegantly beckons me to it. The night is when I truly thrive, the night is when I dance with the moon.

Bare feet in the grass
The light fades and is reborn
Stars fall, moon rises

 

©2016 proximanova

Photo ©Dawn Chance


This poem is an assignment from Haibun Monday on dVerse, hosted by Toni. The prompt was to write a haibun with ‘Night Sky’ as the subject. A haibun is a tight one paragraph, non-fiction, about the subject followed by a haiku. Go visit dVerse to learn more about the prompt and read more haibuns.

One Liner Wednesday – 08.31.2016

prompt: One-Liner Wednesday, click the link for more info on one-liner Wednesdays & more pingbacks

Whence She Came, Where She’s Gone

She writhed wildly on the ground.
A thunderous clap echoed.
A chasm split her open
and her resolve burst asunder.

She was no longer whole.

Suffering and sorrow spewed forth
as tears pooled where her cheek
met the earth.
Blinding light called her home.

 

©2016 Proximanova


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