Haiku - Mangoes

First haiku attempt since a grade five assignment, where I wrote:

The hen lays her eggs

in a soft, delicate nest

and waits for her chicks

This is technically more of a haiku than the one below, since it is about nature. Oh well.

husband and daughter

slice mangoes in my kitchen

lovely to taste, see

To the shop clerk

seeing my arms overfilled

with baby and worry,

you mounted

your stallion

and

whisked me

off to a closed lane

that became open

at your word.

you bagged my

bananas and eggs

and

frozen pizzas,

and with the smallest

of gestures

made the greatest of

impressions.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012

These words are strung together,

cascading vines

descending from great lumbering

masses of trees,

wandering and trailing away,

losing themselves in

the tepid night.

Excusing an insufficient bearing,

they writhe in a bed of decaying

foliage, and slink off

through the umbrage,

edging

through forested thoughts,

advancing upon

perdition.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.

Winter in Whitby

Wooooooo! I am finding the time to write for once. I hope I keep this pace up. I'm really enjoying it. Look how many posts!

The frosted fencerows and walkways

gleamed under the new

blanket of snow; their former

melancholy and dreariness

ousted by unspoiled artistry.

Weighed down by

white powder, tree branches

bowed their heads

to the splendorous earth, and

the young boy who

careened resolutely down

the once untrodden path

(sled in tow)

didn't realize what magic he

had disrupted.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012

Emaciated

Dismantle your guilt.

Shed it, shred it,

do away with

every.

last.

drop.

And then,

when you cease to

breathe,

you'll have no

remorse

about squandered

days; no worries

over

a wasted

life.

J.M.

Aren't true friends amazing? A (very) little writing for one of mine below. Cheers!

You warm me

up more

than the tea

you serve.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.

Sad Song

you remind me of

a song that,

as a presumptuous teen,

I once belted out

of the window of my best

friend's car, defying

sound as we sped headlong

into the night.

then,

the song

made me feel

that I was everlasting;

that life would run its course

(and then some), as it was

surely intended,

and love would be something

that felt like the earth falling away

from beneath my feet.

now,

it just makes me

wistful,

and full of desperate remembrance.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.