Trendsetter, or: Reject

A limerick Don't read this poem- You have been warned! Its reputation's been well earned... Though the rest gave it the boot, It thinks its rhymes very cute; And, oblivious, it remains unconcerned. โ€˜What do you seeโ€™ Prompt #162 This limerick was written For Sadjeโ€™s weekly #WDYS prompt. Sadje offers us this photo (to the… Continue reading Trendsetter, or: Reject

The Eight-ette, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Eight-ette, or: Creativity verses form

The Violette, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Violette, or: Creativity verses form

Update: relief and guilt

As some of you know, I have been working at three jobs (one full-time, two part-time) since I began my new, full-time job back in early May. One of my two part-time jobs is my work for my rabbi, whom I've been working for since 2010; the other part-time job is for my former full-time… Continue reading Update: relief and guilt

Good, evil, or: Just- honest

Sevenling (The hill I) The hill I want to die on is- bare; perfectly smooth; smack in the middle of the lion enclosure. The lions are- mighty; single-minded; penned up inside my mind. Neither good, nor evil; just- honest. Sevenling Lines one to three should contain three connected or contrasting statements, or a list of… Continue reading Good, evil, or: Just- honest

My otherworldly verse zone

dโ€™Verse prosery My cleverest limericks take me significant effort to write; and I'm never satisfied with the results. Once I've produced one, I read through it again multiple times, endlessly tweaking the lines' wordings and syllable counts. And I certainly can't think through potential word choices or hear the music of my inchoate verses if… Continue reading My otherworldly verse zone

Final act, or: Curtains

A Descort poem celebration's pretense even in most probable circumstances remains merely a beautifying curtain behind life's stages we speak words, even write them, to great roars of encore, encore cute, unwilling marionettes please I'd simply retire into the darkness if not for my present expectant audience Descort poem The descort differentiates itself from other… Continue reading Final act, or: Curtains