I smile as they starve.
Their bones protruding from skin.
I’m hungry, they scream.
I watch them grow small.
Not one crumb from me again.
They hunger for pain.
I’ve dug them a grave.
Fears, no longer being fed,
are in the ground — dead.
A Word From Ryn
Ryn Gargulinski is a writer, artist and performer who loves dogs, Reiki and vanilla coffee. She holds a BFA in creative writing and MA in English literature from Brooklyn College, with a thesis on subway folklore.
She’s been on staff of several newspapers across the nation, and her freelance writing and artwork have been featured in publications and purchased from folks around the world. Australia has awesome taste!
Rynski creates her art in her Arizona backyard, with ideas that sprout from the ongoing array of nature in her yard, dog antics in her house, and offbeat ideas in her head.
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Poet Rummager 
I’m relieved that the picture clarified – good theme
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Hehe! I do like to think that I make you squirm until the very last word. Thanks for making my day, Derrick 😀 😀
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🙂 A woman after my own heart
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😁
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A very eerie read! Nice poem 🙂
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Ah, we mustn’t feed our fears 🙂 Thanks for visiting!!
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Oh, my dear Poet, my fears are sadly not starving. xx Such a good post, deep and dark , as so often.
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.I’ll help put muzzles on your fears, Paula. Thank you very much. 👻❤️
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I am right now in trouble…i just ordered starving sailor and when i got my food your post pop out…whoaaaa…am i goin to eat or just walk out…lol…
Really starving..😎😎😎😎
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A starving sailor? Lol. You must be quite the man eater, Mich!😊😆
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Yeah…i eat a lot sometimes…but lucky me i never get fat..lol
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You’re so lucky! I have to work out like a dog.
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I also work out Rose…i do road run too… fresh air in the morning..🙄🙄🙄
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A smiling sadist assassin you were turning out to be, until you fearlessly put them to rest !!
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Haha! Nicely worded, Ivor. 😘
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I’m with Derrick. I thought at first it was Rose getting into Halloween mode. 😉 Great message!
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You’ll know when I’m getting into Halloween mode; I’ll be on my broom. 😁 Thanks Merril!
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🙂
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Die, fears, die! (cough, cough, ahem). Fearless haiku, Rose.
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Drama from the talented Irish fella? So full of surprises and other things, darling. 😁
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A nice surprise for the ending as I was wondering where this is taking me…
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Whirl, whirl and round you go. Where I’ll take you, nobody knows! Thanks for hanging on til the very end, my friend. 👻
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It must be scary to bury one’s fears.
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You’ve never buried your fears? Hmm. Are they still in your closet? 🤔
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My shark shirt lives in my closet.
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Oh, your sharks haven’t come out of the closet, yet? 🌈🦈😆
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Same-shark marriage is quite common these days.
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Lovely illustration. Great trio of haiku and theme. I’m wary of burying fears – they keep us on our toes and help create a rounded character – too much fear and we become paralysed…too little and we become careless. Perhaps bury them just a little.
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Ah, such a sensible solution, lovely Scooj! I, on the other hand, eat my fears. Why bury them, when you can feel them crunch in your mouth? Some I keep in my pocket. They shake a lot, so people always ask me if I’m happy to see them or are those fears in my pocket? 😆💋
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I like it. Fears in my pocket…possible child craze?
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Child craze? Hmm. What do you mean?
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Lazy writing…a craze for children’s toys like cabbage patch etc.
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Lol. I thought you were saying that I was like a crazy child, because of my sophomoric sense of humor. 😆
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I, not at all. 😊
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Great drawing. Chilling haiku. Loved the build up and ultimate reveal. Always like it when the hook is in the last few words. 🙂
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Why, thanks Karen! I love surprising and scaring people, and yes, the ending is a fun place for a hook. 🌹😊
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who’s been feeding
the monsters? 🙂
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Let’s feed Trump to the clowns! Oh, wait, that would be cannibalism, wouldn’t it?
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If only I could follow that advice…(K)
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I’m sorry. Maybe you can have a “don’t feed your fears party” and have everyone help bury each other’s fears. 🎈👻
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That sounds like a good idea.
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absolutely AMAZING!!! yes, you had me squirming, too – beautifully dark and delicious. thanks so much rose!!!! you rock!
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Awww, thanks Ryn! Your cool and funky art inspired my creepy poem. It’s been so fun!! Thanks so much for sponsoring these blog events. You are fabulous💋🌹❤️😊
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A good place for fears–dead and buried. And maybe rocks stacked on top of the grave for good measure. Lovely haikus, Rose.
kat
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You’re so clever. I’ll try making rock towers the next time I’m in a cemetery. 🙂 Thanks Kat!
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Be sure to take photos and share. 😁
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Die fears die!! Live life fully instead! 🙂 Great collection of haikus for your friend Ryn!
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Wise words, Christy. Thank you so much! xo
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I always love to read your haikus! Starving your fears, love it!
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You wonderful, dark soul! Thanks for visiting and leaving me smiling. 🌹
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I wondered who it is that are you being so unkind to till I scrolled down and said Whoa! Interesting, Rose. 🙂
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Haha! I am very mean. 😉 Good to see you, Somali! 🌹
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A very clever set of Haikus Rose.
You had me hanging on every word, until the last.
Bravo. 💕
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Ah. thank you, darkling Alan! Your comment made me dance with joy. ❤
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Your haikus ushered in a darkness so complete I thought the eclipse had arrived early. And though a little scrawny from lack of food, each fear-filled line was delicious. Your darkness lights the world, Rose.🌞🌎🌞
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Lol! Ah, your wit is a lovely thing to behold, Cathy. I shall be smiling all day. Many thanks!! 🌹
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Always my pleasure. 😊
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Love this. Excellent twist when I realized what we weren’t feeding were fears. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Cathleen! I’m glad you stuck it through until the end. 🙂
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Love these haikus. Dark and intense.
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I love your illustration, Rose! And the haiku trio is awesome! Wish I could bury my fears too but they seem to be from the zombie kind and always come back no matter how often I crunch their skulls under my boots…
😄😘💕
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Thanks dear Sarah! Haha!! I know what you mean about zombie fears. ❤ xo
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Sadly not as cuddly as zombie cats or squirrels 😉 xoxo ❤
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Not easy to bury your fears! They always seem to be lurking in the background somewhere! No more crumbs!
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Ah, so true! No, we mustn’t feed those fears 🙂
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