A 'waltz wave' poem 'Suitor. Figure with Bouquet.' (1917-18) by Thorvald Hellesen fierce pounding rocks his chest; hot flush spread- ing o- ver... oh, don't look away- don't- hesitate... no, no- she's waiting for... hoping those flowers are for her- just- let... go d'Verse poetics prompt: An artist gets his due At d'Verse, we are… Continue reading Hot flush, or: Fierce pounding
Poem: It laps the shore Tickling your feet In an uncomfortable way. Sometimes it comes up to your knees, The water is cold. Churning. The sand running between your toes As the water ebbs and flows. Sometimes you are bobbing in the waves, Your head barely managing to stay above The crashing waves Occasionally you… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘The Ocean of Sadness’ by Nicole Smith
Far too many did I poo-poo In the past, for their sheer fear Of disaster, dawning faster When they'd been caught unawares When they questioned fair elections Fingers wringing, furrowed brows I would smile ever politely-- There shall come again a now Now I wonder, faith asunder As every channel tells of hell Discord 'round… Continue reading 2020, or: 20/20
A Choka time and time again feet both frozen to the ground I hear myself gasp panic mode activated eyes watch in horror whenever someone nearby loses their balance trips sways then topples over gray matter perceives crisis but fails to react even after they've tumbled Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Panic mode, or: Even after
A Choka white wire untangled jack pops into computer earbuds muffle sounds eyes scan music videos fingers scroll scroll click boom thump twang boom boom thump twang lalalalala external voices silenced nanananana internal voices silenced lalalalala disquiet bucks contentment dadadadada still- thoughts sharpen and converge po-po-po-po-poetry Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Music, or: Magic
A limerick Though the news burned Vaughan's eyes, he read on Of strict red lines... transgressed, once drawn; He was consumed for days, Mind and soul ablaze, As raised awareness new anxieties spawned. Image credit:The Ian (Unsplash) What do you see prompt? (#WDYS) This limerick is my response to Sadje’s WDYS prompt this week, which is to… Continue reading Transgressions, or: Overload
Poem: I sit on the front porch considering the moon, and the train coming down the tracks I can feel it, the anxiety the streets, and this sensation not missing a beat Kinda like when you see a star in the sky you relate to it it’s a mirror image of you, and you know… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Butterflies in the Night’ by Jeff Flesch
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity. -T. S. Eliot (1888 – 1965) I have been writing poetry with my friend Sangeetha (of Mindfills) for nearly two years now, and we've completed three series of poems together: Ripples ~ a hyakuin (a 100 verse renga) Form verses creativity ~ one poetic form for every letter… Continue reading Word of the year: Creativity
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