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The Verso-Rhyme, 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 Verso-Rhyme, or: Form verses creativity

Humanity, or: Me

A haibun Tonight, my wife, daughter and I went out to watch the fireworks for Israel's Independence Day, which follows immediately after Israel's Memorial Day. Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, the last time we went out to watch the fireworks was three years ago, just before I flew to the USA for the unveiling of… Continue reading Humanity, or: Me

Hardly aware, or: Certainly unclear

A sijo each ever spirals through substantial, intangible changes hardly aware, certainly unclear as cycles snap and twist coil together, one into the next resisting gravity 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #8 Ronovan encourages poets to write sijos that include the words 'rebirth' or 'change' today. Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised… Continue reading Hardly aware, or: Certainly unclear

W3 Prompt #1: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

Intro Dear friends, Welcome to the very first W3 Poetry Prompt, which will be posted on Wednesdays (hmnn.... now that I think about it, maybe I should have called it W4). You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a… Continue reading W3 Prompt #1: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

Jerusalem, or: Anywhere

A Descort Poem The wind rattles hilly Jerusalem. Though Papa loved its hills, he is not in the rattling wind. Pedestrians walk; bikers ride; and drivers drive up and down Jerusalem's renowned hills entirely unaware that he once lived... here. I do not believe he is floating around windy Jerusalem. Or anywhere. Eschewing unreason, my… Continue reading Jerusalem, or: Anywhere

Molten, or: Ablaze

A Garland Cinquain ablaze gaseous fireball millions of degrees gigantic nuclear furnace brings life chirp, chirp streaks of feathers soar and catch the sunlight along with insects for their young alight lemons ripe, luscious fruit vivid citrine gems sway fleshy, mature, rich, flavorsome heavy tree hole busy beehive hexagonal pattern molten syrupy honey drips teeming… Continue reading Molten, or: Ablaze

Delib, or: ately awkward

A quadrille (in descort form) Static thinking falls short when writing a descort; it is deliberately awkward, as every single line must differ from every other line in length, meter, and rhyme too, thereby forcing poets to be flexible, or at least write more irregularly than they might prefer. Descort poem The descort differentiates itself… Continue reading Delib, or: ately awkward