Above So High – a poem.

Above So High

celestial forms

white or red they light the way

to dreams while lives wane

mars moon in one photo


How to Write a Haiku in English Form

A haiku for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge of RED and White.

Haiku Challenge


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Ending to Begin – a poem.

Ending to Begin

such sad but blessed sight

the end of a star filled night

brings the thrills of day

Sunrise over a desert with stars in the sky


How to Write a Haiku in English Form

A haiku for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge of SAD and Thrill.

Haiku Challenge


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Cricket Chirps and Concrete Keeps

Cricket Chirps and Concrete Keeps

by: Ronovan

 Backporch Light

Do you remember back when

Back before childhood went to sleep

You know back when the crickets would chirp

Way way out in the forest so deep

 

Real glass bottles of fizz

Flavored orange or grape

You could stay outside

Way way past late

 

Fireflies would blink

They challenged the stars

They were way easier to catch

Way way easier by far

 

You didn’t need anybody

You could sit outside alone

No one would bother you

Way way far from a phone

 

It’s hard to remember back when

Back before childhood went to sleep

I don’t hear the chirp of the crickets

Way way far from this concrete keep

 

 

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 22, 2014.

My Ocean, My Lover

There is a slight change in pressure as I step off the elevator. If the roar and whipping wind along the corridor does not given away the truth of what lay ahead, the white remnants of the day along the floor does. 

The breeze whips around the corner of the passageway and the hours and miles of driving begins to melt away. Some say they can smell the air, but for me it is the feel of it, reaching for me, and wrapping around me—welcoming arms pulling me onward.

I turn the corner and see the palm trees sway and the rise of sand hiding what I have been aching for these long months. My pace quickens toward what is there at any pace I chose. It has been waiting for me for a long time. She is ever patient.

The smile spreads across my face and the yearlong pent up stress escapes. The metal gate clangs shut behind me, the final barrier between the two of us. I hurry along the tiled pool area of the hotel toward the wooden steps leading to my sandy salvation. 

My sandals slide with a slight and reassuring twist on the wooden steps. Proof I am on the right path. Then I see her, moonlit rolling surf on her way to meet me, and calling me. “Hurry, it’s been too long.” 

I slip off the leather that separates my feet from the cool sand. Each particle massages muscles that ache from too long without her touch. I ease my way forward. The breeze moves my shirt and blows in my ear like a lover that one wishes they had. Happiness is within reach, my feet step onto surf pounded sand, damp from millennia old waters.

Man in night surf

The roar in my ears is like a lullaby drowning out all other sounds, or like the call of rejoice of one to another at a much longed for embrace. Perhaps that is why I love her so. She covers me with the first touch. Gentle, warm fingers wrap around my legs and urge me onward.

 I walk a few more steps, close my eyes, and feel the sand wash away as I begin to sink into her. With each grain of sand and each retreating surf, another negative memory drifts away. Another glowing thought enters. 

My shoulders slump, tension releases, muscles tremble. Yes.

Some love the sound of music to relieve their life, some a massage, and some art. For me the music of the surf, the massage of sand sifting and the art of the moon on the waves take it all away. Lovers come and go, but for me the ocean always returns and welcomes me whenever I need her. 

“Welcome home, Ronovan, I’ve missed you.” I open my eyes, and see the moon on the waves and let the rhythm drift me away.

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 03, 2014.