'Ku Train Challenge #2

partly

I don't remember
winds of winter storms or snow
frozen glacial stares

railroad

railroad graveyards
trains longing for their heyday
iron horse resthome

above

above me fat clouds
threatening to turn gray
beautiful monsters

formula

partly cloudy
the formula for rain or
heat on the horizon

smokey/smoke

in smokey mirrors
she is eternally yours
reflections on ice

chair

on the good red earth
ancestors remained planted
enemies on chairs

bubble

my mind, a bubble
what? why did I just say that?
lost and found my brain

cub

in curve of arms
bundle of new life thriving
captures a lost heart

peculiar

stranger than fiction
that guy next door, sorcerer
peculiar his grace

lattice

the web of life we weave
our blink of an eye lives
a gossamer shawl


all poems are ©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2009

'Ku Train

bassinet

she ~ in a quartet

from the bassinet...blowin'

brass they sed only mens played

welcome

welcome mats melting

doors close before they open

talk to Elegua

four

Crow hit by four cars

came out without a scratch

shapeshifted to rubber ball

lichen

trumpet and sax

we were a symbioses

a Lucy and Ricky

burro

she moved slow ~ molasses

sweet ~ inviting those hips

her hands and footwork

perfume

always smells earthy

freshly ground chocolate seeds bleeding/

the essence of me

shiny

being a have not

I'ma new copper penny

all shiny and new

the knack

pretty little thing

she was too good for him

kept right on shimmying

gold/golden/goldfish

she was four then..when

the first of many goldfish

ended in her mouth

pencil

hot lead grazed her neck

she whipped out her slingshot and

killed the buster dead

August

the month of her birth

conceived Christmas eve

on eggnog and tamales

roll

on a roll holding

her mind together by threads

yesterdays at bay

beetle

tweedle deedle a

blue beetle bumming around

my new house of cards

rake

rake a comb through it

that mop be a broom

you need a new 'do

orange

peeled like an orange

him in the palms of my hands

begging me to stop

window

brown eyes say it all

love and fear - the sound of it

diving in your pools

grip

a pearl of you

under my skin winning me

an itch I dare not scratch

note to readers: 'ku (short for haiku) train is an idea cooked up by one of my compadres over at Once Upon a Time in the Projx poetry board ... You take a word - that the last writer left for you - and write a 17 syllable poem. It can be a haiku or a senryu or a poem of your own choosing but short. You use the word or a feeling, image or inspiration that comes to you based on that word. Then, after your poem's written you leave a word for the next person to write a poem from. You don't think too much about it,

the whole process is quick, like flash writing, you go in - there's a word -and you write, leave a word, and go... simple, challenging and lots of fun! Write on Neil!The above are my offerings to the process so far. c/s