Haikus of Wonder

iPhone

Much like a trap, the phone goes snap With a simple, "slide to unlock" And what is inside? Old photos (Long forgotten), maps, iBooks, A passbook (rarely noticed), reminders, A clock, calculator, calendar, Camera, and weather (taking up gigs) Some of these can be useful, But are mostly, unused, ignored, and unloved But! In the bottom, a black bar with One App, Safari! Blazing red, blue, and white Like fire - and ice, entices me with untapped Opportunity ... tap like a blast, of snow, the screen shines White, and then, "Search or enter website name" Who is to blame, if I indulge just a little Time, to look, to watch, to see, to laugh, To smirk, to scoff, to search, repeat ... To smirk, to smile, to mock, to share, To text, to tweet, to search, repeat ... A web of galaxies ensnare my senses Penetrating my defenses, till I am lost Floating, orbiting, drifting, round bodies of Celestial info, ungrounded, in reality, Flying, meandering, wandering, free Locked in the corners of my five by Three inch box, plunging through, The nebula, of images, unanswered text Messages, flashes of videos, searches for Glorious, arbitrariousness, can you blame My passionate desire, though it may be a shame That I never tire, of cutting, cutting, cutting away My time from other, necessities? Much like a trap, the phone goes snap With an effortless, "slide to unlock" ... Cameron Durrant

Waking at 3:00 A.M. Paralyzed

Crunched like a car, bones rigid - feeling broken eyes creak open, leaking into my head - sunken. Lightning shoots through my skull, breaking the joint all my strength, to bend a finger, and point to nothing ... Steel ribs wrap 'round my chest and heart thumping and pounding against the walls, to get out. Pushing, and pushing the flesh and bone wearily the brain slouching and sinking like a stone struggling to do ... something. Cameron Durrant

Dream

I'm sick of facing these mountains I climb Are they even real? Or are they inside my mind? Whose to say, but the one who beholds and who will believe the stories they've told? Could anyone ever know that it's not just a show and there exists something that can't be seen? Or will the ill be treated as if they're asleep needing to be woken from a dream? Brad Keyes

Writer's Block

Random, rushing thoughts, on the run like prey, too hard to capture so fleeting are they.

Hurry catch them before they're gone. Oh no, too late.

Then like a dam burst, they come flooding in, I the poor beggar with a cup of tin.

Thirsty, catch but a few small drops that fail to sate.

Striking like lightning, faster than my pen, random, rushing, thoughts, here ... then gone again. Collett Litchard

Armed Robbery

The words won't quit rerunning themselves like a hammer drilling a nail. "I'll kill you both," he said, and all for less than the worth of a life, yet two were on the line.

So calm was he, like it meant nothing. And I taking it all in with my mind on autopilot, blank, survival mode only.

Then when he walked out. .. REALIZATION!!!

The pent up fear released. Aftershocks hit with deafening force. Eventually calm, life goes on. Then the words start up again pounding in my brain.

"I'll kill you both." "I'll kill you both." "I'll kill you both." Collett Litchard

Haik us of Wonder

I often ask, "Why?" Why is this and why is that? And that is just that.

I often think ho1v. How is that and how is this? Simply this is this.

Why think and why ask If this is this and that, that. That's how what makes what. Laurel Huntsman

Even Love Unreturned Has its Rainbow

I love him, I do. He's my sweet baby, my pet. I won't find anyone as precious as he is. But I'm starting to wonder if we have a healthy relationship. I mean, he shows me affection but only when he wants something. The only time he talks to me is if he wants me to get him food or scratch his back. I can't help but feel that our relationship is nothing but him, him, him. When I try to reach out to him he sometimes gets violent, leaving me cut and bleeding. I have many scars. Is this normal behavior? Or is my cat abusive? Laurel Hunstman