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What I Would Tell His Family

ravenswingpoetry — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 15:17:35 +0000

I wrote this hay(na)ku chain in stanzas of regular and reverse hay(na)ku for Brian’s Rockin’ Chair Prompt #2A (“tell us what’s really on your mind”). Enjoy.

-Nicole
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(for Joel)

he
is fifty
two years old
yet you treat
him like he’s
still

a
child still
blind and helpless
unable to see
his own
family

you
cut him
with machete words
dull and rusted
he still
bleeds

no
wonder he
remains a ghost
haunting your presence
in half
tones

because
you only
see the boy
born without eyes
needing your
help

open
yours and
see him clearly
see the man
standing before
you

before
he shuts
his own eyes
and is blind
to you
forever

Written 7/11/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Stumble It!

Saludos

ravenswingpoetry — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 23:13:36 +0000

I learned a new word
Today -
Saludos;
It means “regards”,
And it’s how
You can end
A letter to a friend
Or to anyone
You esteem.
So it would seem
I know one more
Spanish word,
A beautiful word as any
And plenty enough
For me to use
To give you
Mi saludos.

Written 4/28/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Becoming Watson

ravenswingpoetry — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 01:41:30 +0000

“I found a clue,” he’d say as he
Would pick up yet another object and
Inspect it under his magnifying glass
With the canary yellow handle.

He himself was a mystery,
Written out in pale skin,
Bony fingers, slate grey eyes,
And yellow-white hair
That would put a Swede to shame.

And against the silver-blue sky
We stood, two playground misfits –
One paler than the moon, the
Other, a chocolate brown mixed girl;

Examining clues and taking notes,
I forgot my tortures at the hands
Of other children. I forgot that
I should have been a girl playing house.

Instead, as one boy’s dreams turned
Him into Sherlock Homes,
I became Watson.

Written 8/17/2007