Rounded blues, or: Jagged greens

A Sijo as one above the muted land we bring bold colors to the skies; ours defies fences, walls, routines; a single, combined self released- rounded blues; jagged greens; tired heavens welcome our dreams 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 Rounded blues, or: Jagged greens

W3 Prompt #57: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants read… Continue reading W3 Prompt #57: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Belle(s), or: Lettres

A clean limerick (really) Beauty's father feared she'd never be wed. It seemed she fancied reading instead. But Beast? Oh, what a find- A beau of similar mind Who thought it cute she lived stuck in her head! d'Verse poetics: Erik Johansson's art At d'Verse, we are encouraged to select a surrealist photo of Erik… Continue reading Belle(s), or: Lettres

Down, or: Feathery

An 'Abhanga' The Artist's Garden at Giverny by Claude Monet waters so enticing ripple in air breezy; dirt path firm and easy, straight to the bank scent of purple iris; in perfume I lie down; there my mind in bliss drowns so easily gentle crystal waters, mere tickle feathery, fade into memory too far away… Continue reading Down, or: Feathery

Inspiration, or: Perspiration

A Sijo is the artist's special challenge creating while uninspired? perhaps it lies in learning to generate inspiration or in the understanding that's it's just another word 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 a pause near the… Continue reading Inspiration, or: Perspiration

Wry eyes, or: Our eyes

Portrait of Lady Agnew of Lochnaw by John Singer Sargent mo- tionless- e- motion- less; and yet- there's... twink- ling there, it... seems, mayhaps it's just the light playing tricks- and yet... her wry eyes smile, knowing our eyes are admir- ing- Twiglets #313 trick of the light #TankaTuesday Colleen Chesebro offers us the painting… Continue reading Wry eyes, or: Our eyes

Wild thoughts, or: Crumpled sheets

Poetry Partners #169 'Night of wonder', a poem by Angela of 'Poetisatinta' put art before self, seize a night of wonder for in this curious reality the woman kindles, touches, talks and wild thoughts melt in a silk dressing gown shredding particles of light. Poetisatinta: A 'Shadorma' by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’… Continue reading Wild thoughts, or: Crumpled sheets

Lady, or: The snows

An 'Arkquain Swirl' whitetrimmingsbright againstsnowy landscape;sumptuously cladgraceful Lady of the Snows;understated coy smile knowsshe's untouchable;floral fur-trimmedcape and muffoffsetherscarletberibbonedbrimmed fancy hat;watery wintrywastes draw away to allowher between bent laden boughsas she floats through them;blood circulatesclose to thesurfaceofrefinedfine cheekbonesflushed like red dress;heavy horizonswelcome home native daughter;untouched by weight of watersshe absorbs the scene;knowing pools darkunblinkingtake itin Twiglets… Continue reading Lady, or: The snows