This is what happens when I read Kwame Alexander’s The Crossover… I try and write haiku/ three line poems on basketball!
The pressure’s intense.
One point down. Clock ticking hard.
The shot’s out of reach…
A feint, spring forward
Dribbling close, taking off…
But the attempt’s flawed.
Hang my head in shame.
Dreams of major leagues shattered.
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Written for: http://thesecretkeeper.net/2016/02/22/weekly-word-prompt-25/
Prompt words: REACH | SHOT | INTENSE | FLAW | SPRING
#1 – Pessimist
Walking the old beat.
Promised never to return.
Age shifts your viewpoint.
#2 – Optimist
The view from the bridge,
Youth’s promise refined by age,
Rewards the walker.
Written for: http://thesecretkeeper.net/2016/02/15/weekly-writing-prompt-24/
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Hold onto what’s true.
Staring long at the river
Won’t wear down the rocks
Wear down opponents
Return their gaze with a stare
Dam up truth’s river
Wear the badge of truth
Hold fast against the river
Even as they stare
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Written for: http://thesecretkeeper.net/2016/02/08/weekly-writing-prompt-23/
using the prompts stare – river – hold – true – wear
#1 On Guard
All secure. Sensed it would be.
Now for alone time.
Some needed down time
Walking through my secure walls
Making sense of it
#3 Off Guard
What time is it? Senses twitch.
Creep downstairs to check…
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Written for secret keeper’s weekly prompt – SENSE | SECURE | WALK | TIME | ALONE
This is my final haiku of the week, which have been unusually morbid for me. This one is dedicated to David Bowie. I wrote the haiku first, and then couldn’t get the image of Bowie in his final incarnation in “Lazarus” out of my head. I hope the restless artist’s soul has now found peace.
Eye sheds single tear
Drum-taut, paper-thin skin greys
Heart’s silence, ends life
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Written for secret keeper, using the prompts: silence – eyes – heart – drum – life
You can’t fight nature:
Wind is free; it can’t be tamed.
Start to speak your mind.
Written for secret keeper’s weekly prompt, using the words: wind speak free start fight
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Accept no limits.
Tear up “wait”… “can’t”… “cease”… “not yet”
And MEET the challenge!
Written for secret keeper’s weekly challenge, using the prompts – wait, meet, tear, accept, cease. http://thesecretkeeper.net/2016/01/04/weekly-writing-prompt-18/
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No empty comforts;
Her wicked lies in my head
Melting my resolve
The space she has left…
Home comforts melt into air
As I head for sin.
Within her black heart,
Only evil. No comfort.
Her mind void of good.
Written for secret keeper’s weekly prompt, using five words:
Weekly Writing Prompt #16
Strange days are turning.
Rough deeds beget dust, no more,
Haunted by my past
Rough ghosts assail me
Strange fruits turn to dust and ash
Clogging in my maw
It’s the ghost of her.
Dust turning in eve’s strange light
Rough-forms her image
Written for secret keeper’s weekly poem prompt, using – ghost rough dust strange turn. http://thesecretkeeper.net/2015/12/14/weekly-writing-prompt-15/
Formless mind games tease;
Gentle paths to wander down,
Leading to the maze.
Gentle summer games
Formed by wandering lost paths,
Teasing tales from time
Gentle, formless breeze
Wandering, gaming, hiding,
Teasing through the air
These were written for secret keeper’s weekly set of prompts – gentle wander tease game form. As ever, my own take on this is to use these in a haiku… or three 🙂
Check out the other entries here: http://thesecretkeeper.net/2015/12/07/weekly-writing-prompt-14/
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