I would run out of steam, of ideas, and then feel myself foolish for going on and on; I would lose track of my thoughts, lose the thread, lose my flow; I would have no notion of how far I should go, get lost betwixt my words, betwixt letters be left waiting, wondering- could I… Continue reading Perspiration, or: Inspiration
A 'Septolet' US authorities arrest a Russian spy. Russian authorities detain an American reporter for "spying". Source: CNN Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
A 'Garland' Shadorma please don't pre- empt your conception of thorny ideas before taking a moment to reflect on them do you con- tend you can under- take the most difficult challenges put before you? what of poetry? challenging for people to with- stand all con- tradictions put before them on journeys from birth to… Continue reading Prefix, or: Excursus
Hope is that word- that rhymes with 'Nope.' Most abused of tired story tropes, in which numb addicts weakly grope, clutching at the ends of their ropes, desperate for their next hit of dope. Hope is that word- that rhymes with 'Nope.' Most perilous of slippery slopes, a dangerous drug that's used to cope, lest… Continue reading Feathers, or: Rope fibers
A Sijo the hiatuses between the bells' clear vowels diminish, as eyelids flutter / open to Truth in that first moment; the insistent ringing echoes your pulse pounding and own mind Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains… Continue reading Foggy, or: Unplugged
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. 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 weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants read… Continue reading W3 Prompt #48: Wea’ve Written Weekly
A limerick In your mind, watch me planting this seed That crowds out your thoughts like a weed; Now ask- Does he not regret What his off-rhymes beget? I just smirk... savoring this conceit. d'Verse poetics prompt: Weeds rule, OK? At d'Verse we were prompted to write weed-themed poems for 'Weed Appreciation Day', which falls… Continue reading Smugness, or: Conceit
Poetry Partners #179 'True Friends', a poem by Kriti of 'Life is Beauty' True friends are those Who see the pain in your eyes And never leave your side Whenever you need them Whatever be the time In the moment of despair Or in happy times They are never apart always in your heart They… Continue reading Weight in gold, or: Diamonds
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