Seeking photon light emissions, the result of molecular collisions, in just the right atmospheric conditions, I traverse the wilderness that is Northern Alaska in the cold-dead-calm, of the waxing crescent moon, this starless February night.
Where mesmerized by oxygen induced phosphorescent colors of near mystical proportion- I shout a challenge to the Universe- “Inject me with such vibrancy of color- or release me from this life- I live in only black and white.”
I draw a line through Aurora Borealis Quivering black ink.
Of naivety lingers
Only long enough
To hone the fated spike-
with which youth is impaled
A car pulls up alongside the bench, on which I’m sitting. He rolls down the window, smiles, and asks me if I’m ok. I tell him yes- not realizing my youthful demeanor betrays me- he knows I am alone, and have no place to stay.
I get in the car and we make the necessary small talk. Just long enough for the inevitable proposition to be made. And even though I know all along it’s coming, it takes a moment for me to translate what he’s saying.
I do my best to answer nonchalantly- to act as if I do this every day. I tell myself, ‘Just shut up and do it! You need the money. There IS no other way.”
Triumphant! I check into the room, I can afford now. I feel like god! -until I am alone behind the door.
By necessity forged, of molten circumstance
Casts a formidable tool
I’m trying something new, and I’m not sure I’ve accomplish it. It’s called a Haibun, which is an English form of Japanese poetry that includes a first person prose narrative partnered with a Haiku or a Tanka.
I chose a Tanka with a 57577 syllable structure as suggested in the very informative guidelines I am quoting from here. They were made available to me on the blog of Colleen Chesebro The Faery Whisperer .
I am also putting it out there for constructive criticism by poets familiar with the form by entering Colleens Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using #synonyms only for the words mystery and attract, my choices are italicized.
Here we go:
of contentment, seduced by Senda’s expelled sweet
plankton perfumed breath, alone-
adrift- angers salted sea.
I state my case and stand my ground. Let the sparks fly where they may. Ridgely invincible- I indignantly fan the flames. When life has become too comfortable, I set my own world ablaze, trample bridges as they burn; and from the cinders rise again..