Daily Poem: Cherita 28

Last Cherita day. I wasn’t sure that I was going to get along with this form, and it turned out that I have enjoyed writing cheritas. For tomorrow I’ll see if I can find another short form that is equally rewarding.


There will be no sun today


this last day of winter (promised)

when snow may fall (threatened).*


Grey swallows sound, light,

like a sated belly, stuffing

just another handful of chips.


*Edit: How’s that for accurate? The metéo predicted snow from 10 am and at 10.12 am there are little flakes of white stuff dropping out of the sky…like crumbs…


Crows and pearls

Three short poems linked by a theme. It was four, but the fourth is longer.




The pearl-eyed girl

Lies where currents swirl

And green darkness presses.

Hand reaching for the light

She plucks at broken moonbeams

Lost in deep waters.


Crow picks the pearls

from dead fish’s eyes

a necklace for a nest

in a crown of twigs

sea-bright rings

for dead wood fingers.


Bird-bright beads

Moon pale

In shifting waters

Bathed in green light.

Crow peers

Through the broken mirror

Waits for the ebb tide

To relinquish its treasure.

On brown flood water

Three short poems for early spring.

Photo ©Virginia State Parks staff



On brown flood water,

Buttercups nodding,

Yellow buds sleeping,

Tough roots digging,

Into cold mud.

Sharp breeze riffling,

Brown sedge greening,

Where blackbird is singing,

Spring is coming,

On the ebb tide.


Winter rose trembles

wind-plucked petals fall

to mingle with last snowflakes

in a spun sugar ballet.


Your arms full of petals,

Wrapped in a tangle

Of scented limbs,

Drowning us both

In a snowstorm

Of blue sky-painted

Spring birdsong.

The sun, the moon, and the stars

Four short poems on a common theme.


Sorrow empties the world

of the vibrancy of colour,

dousing the sun’s fire,

washing greens and blues,

with an eternity of rain.


Once the earth moved for us,

the sun stood still,

and the moon and stars

swam in our eyes.

Now the ground trembles

with the violence

of the slamming door.


You made a vow beneath the stars,

That you would never leave.

Now I hold out empty hands,

To catch those stars and grieve.

Falling, they fade and die,

Falling, I wish that I could fly.


Stars fall,

the moon spins,

the sun cools,

the earth dies,

and in the cradle of the universe,

new galaxies are rocked

by soothing cosmic winds.


These short poems were all written on the same day, inspired by  different twitter prompts, which produced nevertheless a common theme. The best illustration for them is this Nussbaum which has haunted my thoughts since I discovered it the other day.

Felix Nussbaum: Orgelmann


There are devils in the dust,

They get in our eyes,

Blind us to the beauty of life.

Perhaps a downpour of tears will lay them,

Perhaps a torrent of blood.


I am afraid for humanity,

When its soul is rotted black,

Afraid that blood will not suffice,

To quench the madness.


Chasing an illusive dream,

Butterfly flitting between the trees,

Always the other side of the sunset,

Always tomorrow.

Sand slips slowly between fingers.

Dust drifts.


Tide rises,

Spills across the sand,

A momentary glitter between waves.

Cool water washes the pain,

A little at a time,

Out to sea.


As some of you may be aware, I have a Twitter account that I use/visit regularly. I’m just not sure I entirely understand what I’m looking at. Most of what scrolls past seems to be plugs for books with an Amazon link; very little is worth reading in its own right.

The idea of condensing thoughts into a predetermined number of words appeals greatly, hence the dabbling in flash and micro fiction.
Twitter is even more restrictive, with only 140 characters allowed, so using the tweet as a verse form sounded interesting. And lo! Today I discovered the existence of #tweetpoem! There are some beautiful little flashes of inspiration there, a fund of thoughts, musings, and well-crafted images. It’s a great challenge to put an idea so succinctly. Great practice for those of us—I am a prime culprit—who have a tendency to be long-winded.

You should have a go. I’d love to see other people’s efforts. This is the one I posted today:

Gathering storm
Stormlight thunder
Thunderheads shred into roiling cloud
Cloud-filled sky in summer
Summer-soft rain