Archive for March, 2008


I hear your laughtermockingbird.jpg

in the mockingbird’s sweet song

as you drive away

Pamela Olson, 3/30/08

 

 

This haiku is the response to the

prompt of “laughter”

at One Single Impression.

The prophet stands by city hallrepent.jpg

speaking words given to her

by the kiss of God

 

fire in her eyes

singeing her tongue

she calls out the message

 

“come, repent, see”

 

all she ever says

all she ever wants

forever and forever

 

where should I come to

what should I repent of

what does she want me to see

 

she never tells

the secret

only the fire-words

 

that are branded

onto my heart

“come, repent, see”

 

and the cars stream by

like photons of light

each on their own trajectory

 

and the people cross the street

purposefully

avoiding her eyes and words

 

no deviations

in the slipstream

of everyday life

 

her words whisper to me

almost not there

but yet here

 

and the world moves on

people come by and leave

cars never stop

 

still she remains

standing by city hall

saying, “come, repent, see”

Pamela Olson, 3/28/08

Word

 -for all the parents who are given a “word” that changes their lives
 dictionary.jpg

I tell you

it’s only a word

just a label

 

necessary for some things

unnecessary for many

only a word

 

that changes everything

there is before the word

and then there is after

 

the word is an axe

that divides time in two

an axe that splits the heart

 

in the end

it is only one word

among many

Pamela Olson, 3/27/08

Pine pollen lies thickpinecones1pollen.jpg

fertile golden pearls falling

on grass and rooftops

 

floating in puddles

yellow algae bloom

signal of impending spring

 

Pamela Olson, 3/24/08

For the prompt of “Spring” at One Single Impression.

 

The end of day brings forthwaters-at-dusk.jpg

the shadowed dusk

seeping like flood waters

blue, green and brown

 

from a creek

just out of sight

below the treed hill

the shadow-flood rises

 

from its source— East

 

sluicing across the soil

over still-dead winter grass

gathering in the dips and hollows

gathering into shadow puddles

 

where past seasons’ debris

floats in eddies and swirls

leaves and branches rush forward

rising up, rising up

 

the evening-water brings more offerings

the feathered quiet of the birds

the mirrored moon

and the silent stars

 

I turn my back on the gloried sun

setting in a sky of pink and sepia

and wade through the floodgate

into the welcoming dusk

 

Pamela Olson, 3/24/08

 

Mary

The men have come and gonejesus-and-mary-fra_angelico_039-medium.JPG

leaving Mary to her futile vigil;

her feet damp from the dew,

her tongue still full of Passover’s bitterness.

 

She is caught in an eternity of sorrow

that filled the numbed nights

and obscured the Sabbath;

her heart and hope veiled.

 

Tied to that place of vacant death

with nothing to do—

no body to anoint, no linen to arrange;

she waits, forsaken, until

 

He calls to her—“Mary!”

Pamela Olson

snake.jpgsnake.jpgCan you hear the song of the snakesnake.jpg emerging from its winter den new shine— new scales—
same old song
Can you hear its approach scales sliding across desert sand sides brushing against parched grass notes hiding in the rubble
of its earlier sojourns
Snake sings out through the air waves along print lines and voice of media power picks up its melody
adding dissonant harmony
Can you hear the song of the snake it surely doesn’t speak
peace
Pamela Olson

Tree Song

tree_moon.jpg O Moon in the night you are caught in my branches free yourself from me I cannot bear your light we must not love each other
Pamela Olson, 3/19/08
This poem is based on the prompt from readwritepoem.
holding-hands.jpg
– for a friend
You stand there close to grief sorrow not yet sleeping
loss too near
intimately entwined
with each rising breath
the sobs catch and wait— for a simple memory
to release them
from their cage
and fall into your eyes
I’ve stood there before my feet can fit into your damp prints
on the other side
under the weight of years
my grief lies hidden
in the periphery of night the sorrow lurks waiting to sneak into light
lodge in my throat
fall into my eyes
you and I
we are sisters in sorrow
Pamela Olson, 3/17/08
volvox.jpgVolvox colonies one cell joined to another circles in circles
Pamela Olson, 3/16/08
This haiku was written in response to One Single Impression’s prompt “circle”