Hathi Room

A collection of my poems, posting periodically

  • White Sand

    Like a freckle, tuckedbeneath her wrist. Like dust, tossedamong every tide. Notes Today’s prompt is the opposite from yesterday’s, to write about something really small. I decided to write about a grain of sand, in a fashionably small poem. Read more

  • The Cascades Don’t Crumble

    Today’s prompt is to write about something very large. I was missing my west coast mountains a bit today. Rising far above the valleysRising beyond the fringe of cloudsRising high over the timberline Rising where finches have ceased to chirpRising where mountain lions are forbiddenRising where the snowdrift exposes bare ridgesThese mountains hoard storiesThese mountains Read more

  • The Park Song

    Today’s prompt is to write a love poem. I decided to save this prompt for my special someone later this month, so writing another nonet about a Central Park entertainer since it’s a beautiful spring day. He basked under the cherry blossom,charming onlookers, brilliantlystrumming on his teak footstool. He produced every notewith intent and grace. Read more

  • Skydive Kauai

    Today’s prompt is to write a nonet. It has nine lines, starts with nine syllables and works its way down to one. Hunched over with knees pressed to my chestThe isle sun pours through the portholeThe Cessna prop shrieks to lifeWe barrel down the straightAnd rise to the cloudsMountains, valleysshrink awayScan anddive Read more

  • Troubles Down Under

    Today’s prompt is to name my alter-ago then write about itself in detail. This one took some thinking, but I wrote a short ghazal from the perspective of a koala. Where is my home? It was among these trees just yesterday How I must attend to these eucalypti, they wilted from the gust yesterday Today, Read more

  • Meditate

    Today’s prompt was to write a poem that argues against or questions a proverb. I chose the following proverb: “An idle brain is the devil’s workshop”, which means if you do nothing you’ll think of mischief. I yearn for the lulls in the eveningWhen the bustle draws in to serenityIn those moments, I find my Read more