Agonizing scream.
Collapses to floor; twitching;
The body contorts.
Others slowly back away.
Crunching sounds of bones breaking.
~J. A. Ross
© RossJ781.com 04/26/2017
Agonizing scream.
Collapses to floor; twitching;
The body contorts.
Others slowly back away.
Crunching sounds of bones breaking.
~J. A. Ross
© RossJ781.com 04/26/2017
As many of you have been reading my recent haiku’s and tanka’s, you may have noticed… they’re all actually linked and form a short story, with On His Way Again being the ending to the first segment of them. I call them ‘The Aimless Wanderer’. For the rest of you that may have not noticed, or started reading them late; now they’re all here in one convenient place! “Well why didn’t you just post them all together at the start?” You ask. There’s no fun in that, now is there?! Without further adieu:
This one was the inspiration for it, and it serves as sort of an intro:
Stumbling Through Life
Chaotic whirling.
Sight consistently blurred;
mind always cloudy.
This is where the main part begins:
Aimless
Open road once more,
city lights fade in rear-view.
Aimless wanderer.
Midnight Road
Stars peaking through clouds,
moonlight gleaming on the road;
soothing calm of night.
More of the Same
Yet another night,
a hotel room poorly lit;
just like all the rest.
Cigar
He lights his cigar,
ashes make way to the floor;
takes in the flavor.
The Stranger
A stranger draws near,
their hand reaches for a gun;
a man’s cigar drops.
Pulls out his own gun; takes aim.
Stranger’s body collapses.
After the Kill
Stench fills his nostrils,
fresh blood still seeps from the corpse;
he feels no pity.
Moonlight glazes the alley;
a scene of awkward beauty.
On His Way Again
A car door slams shut;
turn of key, revs of engine.
His new journey starts.
I hope you all enjoyed these. After a couple of hiatuses; I decided I wanted to come back some something a little different. I personally feel satisfied with the end result and enjoyed trying something new! As always, thanks for reading! If you have any thoughts, please post them below!
~J. A. Ross
© RossJ781.com 06/04/2016 through 06/08/2016
Stench fills his nostrils,
fresh blood still seeps from the corpse;
he feels no pity.
Moonlight glazes the alley;
a scene of awkward beauty.
~J. A. Ross
© RossJ781.com 06/06/2016
A stranger draws near,
their hand reaches for a gun;
a man’s cigar drops.
Pulls out his own gun; takes aim.
Stranger’s body collapses.
~ J. A. Ross
© RossJ781.com 06/06/2016
Water seamlessly,
sliding down the cracked window;
unforgiving rain,
continuously gains strength.
Consumes a forgotten home.
~J. A. Ross
An experimental Tanka style poem:
The wormhole opened;
a look of bewilderment,
upon gazing eyes.
One brave soul steps into it;
warping his body through time.
~J. A. Ross
Birds cease their chirping,
air turns stale; uninviting;
ominosity,
glowing rich light, in dark sky;
an unnatural silence.
~ J. A. Ross
Part 3 of my fly poetry series:
At rest on paper,
fly doesn’t roam to the edge;
fly looking to sky,
another fly, flying by;
paper gains a new dweller.
Part 4 coming soon (of course!). Until then, stay fly!
-J. A. Ross
In case you missed the others, follow the links below:
https://rossj781.com/2015/11/05/return-of-the-fly/
https://rossj781.com/2015/10/25/my-favorite-original-haiku-the-fly-on-my-paper/
Full moon has risen;
werewolves howl, witches cackle;
skeletons rattling;
ghosts floating amongst their graves;
All Hallows Eve has arrived.
Wind fiercely blowing,
blanket of white glimmering,
a glint of moonlight,
icicles cling to rooftops,
majestic evening blizzard.
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