Thursday, February 08, 2018

Climbing the stairway to ... (a prose poem)

The Stairs to the left went up
The stairs to the left went up, to the right it seemed straight down, down as far as eye could see.

They reasoned. Let's you and I go up. Good things seldom come easy but this looks like the way more traveled.

Heading up, the handholds were plentiful.  A few little mice were underfoot but that bothered them not.

Walking most of the morning took its toll, the hikers were tiring.  A mile or so an hour was their best.

Their path narrowed. And it wasn't straight anymore. But the last turn for the morning had a surprise.

So beautiful, sumptuous reds and bright yellows prevailed. Greens and blues surrounded, streaming away from the golden streets.

There was a gate, it looked inviting. There was a hunk guarding that gate but he looked friendly to the touch.

Touching he did, on their foreheads with his hands and with his pole. The pole likened to a fishing pole, it had a hook, sharpened at its end.
Which hook quickly caught each by their collars then thrust bodies directly fronting the gate.

Your names please, they figured he already knew each of those. You're in my book he said. Nice reports written there.

You are passing the tests, just one more thing. Type your passwords on my screen, it's the one given you when you signed up with the righteous.

Fine, fine, all went well.  We are glad you chose our stairs. Welcome to Paradise.  Gabe here will show you your lodging and then show you around a bit.

Paradise for them
They didn't know they were due
Old truck must have crashed
_ _ _ _ _

Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved  

I'm linked up with Susie Clevenger at The Imaginary Garden, Bits of Inspiration ~ Stairs (Link)

My writing is in Haibun form but it doesn't qualify for being a true Haibun poem.  To qualify it should be a three line Haiku, this one is a Senryū.  Also the Prose Poem top part generally are not stories.   How to tell the difference, here.  More on the Haibun, here

The photo at the top is from my 2017 Jim's Hardware calendar, December page.  The truck is a 1928 Ford Model A Roadster Pickup.  Growing up, our favorite painter drove one like this for his work truck.

The Photo on the bottom is from my 2018 calendar, NAPA Classic Car Calendar, February page.  Here is a link to the car's information and specifications (read here for car specs).

I've ordered this car for Heaven, 
a 1956 Austin-Healy sports car 

Labels: , , , , ,

Tuesday, February 06, 2018

What to do? -- A poem for Tuesday

My choice;
Fishing or flying;

Whether to fish or should I fly,  
Those are my choices for today 

Soaring with my friends, my buddies
High above the waters and trails
The clear blue sky above beckons
Beckons for me to be a part
Or should I sit by waters edge
Waiting and hoping for a fish
A small carp may come floating by
Tangy bites for my family 

Flying I'll join Nature's wonders
Far above or come swooping by
For those below part of their show
There are bugs to catch way up there 

Fishing is relaxing. lean back
and join with friends, watch for balloons  
Till I see my prey swimming by
Catch it'll make for feasting this day 

Can't resist the lure,
I'll make the big catch
(written by me, White Crane)
_ _ _ _  

Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 

The photos were taken by me on morning walks in the 'green belt' for flood control. My walk starts at the end of our street, one block from out house.  There are miles of nice walking trails. 

I'm linked with Magaly, at the Imaginary Garden, The Tuesday Platform

Labels: , , ,

Monday, February 05, 2018

Peeking through -- a Poem for Camera Flash

At the wall

At the wall the two stood
A little tippy toe
helps the lady's view

Through the oblong knot hole
previews of excitement
peered back invitingly

Four dollars a visit
Easy come, easy go
no Starbucks tomorrow

Could brag, saw world's longest
red anaconda snake  
  _ _ _ _
Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with Kerry, at the Imaginary Garden,
Photo is a "print screen" copy from Kerry's post, linked above
I wrote this as a Flash Poem, I wrote with 47 words including the title

Labels: , , , , ,