Two haiku
For writerverse



Cleaning
Foreign contamin—
there. And there. Streaks, germs, grime—who?
Walle. Nemesis!


Sea World
Waves whisper wetly
above stillness. Dark kingdoms
rule the depths below.

For the writerverse prompts that match the titles.


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Come With Me
I stretch out my hand
to your heart. In that soft reach
lies love or distance.



Combustion
Your touch heats my skin,
the silken torment of breath
bringing forth the fire.


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For the writerverse prompts that match the titles.


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Detached
Your forgetful heart
no longer knows my name, or
was I even here?


No Road Too Long
Like Fate, I find you.
No matter how lost you feel,
my love remembers.


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I'm finishing up pixel_0's birthday fic for tomorrow, in between cutting the kids' hair, jogging, coloring eggs, packing for Disneyland and watching most of Velvet Goldmine. Shallow note: Johnathan Rhys-Meyers and Ewan McGregor make a very pretty couple.

For today, I meet wendy's Sam/Dean haiku challenge with the following:

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Dad's gone—the room is
empty, waiting, theirs as love
comes swift, crashes down

Lips slide softly,
wetly down and down, each touch
electric, shocking.

Heat and hardness merge
in Sam's arms, loving, thrusting,
becoming as one.

Quiet whispers fall
on sweat-slick skin, curving down
inside waiting hearts.

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If there's a prize, I need one. I tried to add taxes into today's mix, and found out that I don't have my husband's W-2s (T-minus 14 days and counting...)

I gacked this from deirdre_c, and this could not be less like me. What it is is John Winchester. It's made up from part of a recent drabble I wrote on him. The phrase "puny-ass" is so fitting for John's POV, and SO very wrong for mine.

( haiku tables, which clearly hate my journalCollapse )
Seriously, you'd think my journal was entirely full of random. These are entry snippets, and they're more sentence-fragment than haiku.

Haiku is an art! Software scrambling not so much in this case, though I cannot resist taking a quiz from a site called "angrygoats.net". :0

I've always understood haiku to follow the formula of "17 syllables over three lines divided into 5-7-5", so here's a real one I wrote years ago:

Funeral witness
leaves the muted rose behind.
Petals scatter grief.

Prison Break fandom written just now:

Inside iron and gray
souls die slowly. Leave before
spirits, bodies fail.

Supernatural fandom:

Destiny finds you
despite killing it, running,
forcing promises.

Can't say that they're any good, but they are definitely more focused. :)