A limerick Yes ~ true. There was a time that I thought ~ Global warming made me feel hot ~ It sizzled my brains to a crisp ~ From my ears wafted gray wisps ~ That was the day I lost the plot!
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
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
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
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: Wea’ve Written Weekly
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
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
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