A 'Wiggle Waggle' poem Never much cared for fashion; Never thought to wear a handkerchief; A casual guy, None took me for fly; Reflection and thought were my passions- Inner matters of the heart. My father's eyes weren't dry When he tucked you into my jacket- Performed this action With feigned dispassion; I knew him… Continue reading Feigned dispassion, or: The eve of my wedding
A Sijo I thought myself conversant in French until I tried to hug her; Still, my American cheeks flushed from being kissed in friendship; She spoke so many tongues... but American? Not so much. 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.… Continue reading French kisses, or: Cultural barriers
A piece of prose poetry BREAKING NEWS: Dearly beloved friends, this just in! Though understandably distracted by hugs, kisses, and pats on the back; preoccupied by thoughts of concern for others; and absorbed in supremely relatable feelings of loving kindness for all living creatures on Earth... good-hearted scientists at the lovely, scenic Heart... err, sorry...… Continue reading Loving kindness, or: Amoride
Poetry Partners #176 'Lifetime Partnership', a poem by Jan Beekman There is nothing like A lifetime partner No person on earth Can know me like he does There is nothing on earth Like a trusted lover No one on earth Can bring the joy he does There is nothing on earth Like a God-given soulmate… Continue reading A lifetime, or: A moment
Poetry Partners #175 'Does He Love Me?', a 'Quadrenz' by Kaci Rigney Does he try to love me, or does it come to him like a calming breeze? I wonder, does he try to love me or is it a mystery?—beautiful and sweet Do sparks fly with simple smiles or touch? Does he sport, or… Continue reading True love, or: Simulacrum
Poetry Partners #139 A poem by Barbara Dean Aliaga of 'AbuNana' When do you think you will be happy? What do you mean, I'm fine. No, there's a cloud of uncertainty Radiating from your spine. It's not my spine, you see dear sir That shouts to you I'm blue. It's my soul that's caught in… Continue reading Spine, or: Soul
Tjandamurra had caught the avian in Coastal Mambakoort for cremation. Supposedly, black swan ash was advantageous for 'omen-seeing', which he'd neoterized. Expecting tragedy, Jedda absconded with her new friend. This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #226; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'abscond'; Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'ash'; Word of the… Continue reading Black swan ash
Poetry Partners #70 'Alone Again', a poem by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris of 'Gypsie's Writings, Musings, Quotes & Poetry' The emptiness, the aloneness Disconnected from the bond With another human being Totally overwhelming As to be debilitating All consuming. No one to turn to For light conversation Deep, thought provoking verbiage Important issues That understanding nod… Continue reading Alone again, or: Love poem
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