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Shadow, or: Sunlight

Poetry Partners #84 A poem by Iswar Kar of 'Journey called life' I was trapped in a trap It was my darkest part My body and soul were torn apart I cried in pain but in vain. Eyes flooded in tears Face reddened in fear Tummy cried in hunger Heart saddened in sorrows. I was… Continue reading Shadow, or: Sunlight

Whispered prayers, or: Legions

Poetry Partners #83 'When You Choose War' a poem by Rosemary McMahan of 'Spirit Reflections' ... you cannot stop the Lenten rose’s pale white blossoms from unfurling nor can you command the pink-tinged buds of tulip trees to fold inward. When you choose war, know that the grass still greens in spring, the titmouse seeks… Continue reading Whispered prayers, or: Legions

The Lira, or: Form verses creativity

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Lira, or: Form verses creativity

Sternlight, or: Spotlight

A shadorma barge sternlight glows through dense night fog; dim, old dock; vain gulls pose on catwalk in the spotlight; fancy themselves grand Mist by Ton Heijnen, via 500px This poem was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #210;Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #259 Shadorma? six-line stanzas (or sestets);each stanza has a syllable count… Continue reading Sternlight, or: Spotlight

Ready, or: Here she comes

An American sentence: Growing in self-confidence, a child visits her friend unchaperoned. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing the… Continue reading Ready, or: Here she comes

Live to tell, or: Breathe

Poetry Partners #82 'No, Covid is Not Gone Yet!' a poem by Robert J Jr. of 'Robert's Snap Spot' Unexpected change in life. Omicron. Emergency Room. Doom. Crying. Pneumonia in Lungs. Not the fatal end… Huh! Sent home Emergency Room. Admitted to COVID-19 ward, husband can visit. Sunday, COVID ward, “COVID-19 Ward… No visit except… Continue reading Live to tell, or: Breathe

Pulsing auroras, or: Child claps

My 1st Catena rondo Child claps hands at age-old fable Pulsing auroras glimmer bright Silent abyss-eyes consume light Child claps hands at age-old fable Pulsing auroras glimmer bright Faint swish with it brings eerie chill Sentinels sleep against their will Pulsing auroras glimmer bright Faint swish with it brings eerie chill Faithfully, distant church bells… Continue reading Pulsing auroras, or: Child claps

Dreams, or: Trampolines

A haibun Having grown up in suburbia, I had the pleasure of a backyard throughout most of my childhood; and, of course, I always took it for granted. After graduate school, I moved to Washington, DC to work at the US Department of Energy; and I didn't give much thought to no longer having a… Continue reading Dreams, or: Trampolines