Poetry Partners #85 'Green', a poem by Mapule Somo of 'Let it reign' In the mourning after Everything in her closet Was pastured Growth adorned her frame I asked her once, 'How do you wear hope with such ease?' She smiled and said, You don't wear what you are 'So, what are you?' She asked… Continue reading Closeted, or: Transparent
Blank verse in honor of The Bard O William Shakespeare, wherefore art thou a commoner? Disregard your profession's low esteem. Seven lost years have given rise to myths And conjecture piques curiosity. Social status is but arbitrary: Thou art The Bard, though not a commoner. What's a commoner? It is nor mind nor heart Nor… Continue reading Montague, or: Capulet
Poetry Partners #76 'Sylphs of the Air', a poem by MistyBlue of 'wsarwmzansipens' Only The Two of Us, a painting by Kiril Stanchev Beyond words, the ephemeral beauty of willows a picture paints. Adorning lakes and rivers, golden energy stream through strings of leaves. Sylphs of the Air sing in-between Love’s enfolding heart-centred harmony. MistyBlue:… Continue reading Golden energy, or: Mental slough
Poetry Partners #75 'Daydream', a poem by Puvanesvari Rajan of 'Opinions, Bijou and Poems' A dream… Or am I? Lucid to the touch, and true to the feel…. Do I dwell in mindplay? Or am I the projection of one? Perhaps a lost neural connection left floating in a mass of empty grey matter… Perhaps… Continue reading Daydream, or: The here and now
A rant poem in blank verse Paint yourself an angel's innocent white Paint yourself enraged, indignant orange Paint your enemies black-hearted scoundrels Paint your opposition green and guileful Paint [false] former allies yellow-bellied Paint massive war machines brown in thick mud Paint streets red with dead civilians' blood Paint yourself into a corner. Spew hate… Continue reading War paint, or: Theater
Poetry Partners #47 'Wings', a poem by Sarah of 'Words and Coffee Writing' Our Ameraucana chickens preside over their own half acre of lush grass, claws scraping up dust to find each kernel of cracked corn we leave. But they still jump over the fence once of year, wings flailing, a flurry of feathers trailing,… Continue reading Wings, or: Claws
A golden shovel in blank verse EPIGRAPH: I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.Desert Snow, Jim Harrison (1937 – 2016) Left alone to my own devices, I oft ponder beyondering, though I don't dare wander past the edges of we-know before twilight. O, Sun, I wonder what, while watching… Continue reading Death, or: Beyondering
Poetry Partners #38 'My Disappearance' by Susi Bocks of 'I Write Her' it’s my nature to withdraw when unbalanced for no reason at all i retreat to a safe space like bear cubs denning i’m not languishing i’m dormant with melancholy seeking shelter protects my soul giving respite and comfort surrounded by nothing but time… Continue reading Disappearance, or: Endurance
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