An American sentence: Too young to feel so worn out, he had lived enough to recognize it. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total.… Continue reading Too young, or: Just old enough
Poem: if I could unknit, remove these protective layers—un knot the tangled breach—release all I think I know, return to pause—recollecting, listening to the air breathing in voices, called by the resonance of forest songs, expanding into organic wondering– (time knows its own creations– unburdened by clocks, the display of exactitude)– instead, re placing all… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘In Plain Sight’ by Kerfe Roig
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
A sijo rocking, blanketed on the porch, misty eyes drawn to weak light; motes flicker in dappled sunset; screened-in memories flutter; voices reverberate through caverns; shake up clouds of old regrets 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 Voices, or: Choices
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
An Ovillejo Papa said men should not be swine; He drew a line; Papa said law differs from good; I understood; Papa said I should plan ahead; I lost the thread- Winging my way through life instead; I think back to all he would say, Increasingly... as I turn gray; He drew a line; I… Continue reading Loose threads, or: The needle
Poetry Partners #120 'People Watcher', a poem by Swathi Rao of 'The Pickle Store' I sit by the window of the bus looking at the world outside, It is a hot summer day and the seat next to me is empty, I find myself staring at the little children when the bus stops, ‘How lovely… Continue reading Driven, or: Relaxed
A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas as I age rhythms shiftover endful days whetting my sensestransformed by a wisdomexisting beyond mein the perceived universe calling unrelentinglyI've come to believe heaven leans on earth How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem.Read the right… Continue reading To believe, or: Heaven leans on earth
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