Infinitesimal pipe, or: Night song of the breeze

Poetry Partners #21 'bird & bat', a poem by Shay Simmons of 'Shay's Word Garden' bird and bat both claimed the sky and each to that element kept-- except one by day and the other by night, in nest or cave where they slept. bird had no fur, and so to keep warm began to… Continue reading Infinitesimal pipe, or: Night song of the breeze

Heaven’s droppings, or: First impressions

Blank verse in iambic pentameter My favorites are the free birds that - well, you know... You know? Whereas I'm all like, 'How do I stick a whatsit into the round binkadink, wrapped in floojipples? Maybe a shibboing would do it?' I'm amazed that some of those splendid creatures don't get much attention, or sometimes… Continue reading Heaven’s droppings, or: First impressions

Everywhere, or Nowhere

My 2nd 'Bridges' poem Some hold all is poetry, see it in the sun, In trees, leaves, grasses, animals, as children run - In life's allure; In love, pain, birth, sorrow, beauty, holiness, death - Even as they sustain this poet's breath - It's something more. Rules for 'The Bridges' Stanzaic, written in any number… Continue reading Everywhere, or Nowhere

Predator, or: Prey

A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos dropping suddenly from thirty meters having spied ruffed grouse aloft my eyasses hunger leaves dry, berries gone, driven by hunger settling for thin garter snake launching down upon it familiar musky scent in the breeze wood mouse foraging for seeds I slither, jaw unhinged samaras scattered at… Continue reading Predator, or: Prey

From above, or: What lies beneath

A Quadrille In the form of a Haibun I found myself tempted to compose a prose poem about the nearly immutable nature of stone. However, my mind wriggled, squirming away from me. Shield limpets, keel worms, snails and other creatures captured my imagination. only lift the rocks to uncover teeming life changelessness belied d’Verse Quadrille… Continue reading From above, or: What lies beneath

Forth, or: Grounded

My 1st Alouette Writing on and on, Calling for black swan, Which shall soar forth from down(ed) soul, Bearing long-lost words. That rarest of birds... Without which, I can't be whole. I'm... sure it is true... Should I continue, Free, winged truth shall arise. Oh, desperately, I will this to be, Ere rising into the… Continue reading Forth, or: Grounded

Snacks, or: Spiders

An Italian sonnet With eight legs, I compose my lines faster Than you primates can manage with your hands! Known as goliath bird-eater to fans, You may call me Mighty Spider Master. Mice and lizards know me as disaster When down in burrow lined with my silk strands. Fool humans fear my large poisonous fangs...… Continue reading Snacks, or: Spiders

Sow, or: Now

A dribble (in badger's hexastitch form) large boar nipped sow's thick neck; moist loins stirred in response; thus their lifelong coupling, monogamous, would start The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction… Continue reading Sow, or: Now