A 'Blitz' poem man of few words man or mouse mouse potato mouse over over the moon over and above above reproach above and beyond beyond description beyond the word word of mouth word of mouse mouse about mouse in the wall wall-to-wall wall of silence silence is deafening silence is golden golden opportunity golden… Continue reading Mouse, or: Mouse
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 respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #29: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Poetry Partners #91 'Morphine Drip', a poem by LaToya Williams of 'mentalnotes1' For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip To let the sun dry me up And run healing through this broken cup But there is no sun in October And the weather is always better after the rain The atmosphere is clearer… Continue reading Garden, or: Eden
Poetry Partners #25 A very special partner The poem below was written by Sangeetha of 'Mindfills', and while she was one of the very first to submit a poem for 'Poetry Partners', I've delayed publishing this piece. You see, Sangeetha was actually my very first poetry partner; together, we produced a renga poem of 100… Continue reading Wit, or: Without
Poetry Partners #16 A blitz poem by Kunjal of 'Duo Disseminators' Come now. Come quick. Quick child. Quick to pick. Pick your will. Pick cheap. Cheap racket. Cheap thrill Thrill ride. Thrills in count. Count anything. Count everything. Everything is much. Everything busts. Bust sale. Bust on picks. Pick there. Pick and steal! Steal from… Continue reading Fast, or: Furious
A Blitz Poem EPIGRAPH: A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.-Ivan Turgenev (1818 – 1883) Fade away Fade to black Black Friday Black magic Magic number Magic thinking Thinking… Continue reading Black, or: House
A Blitz Poem EPIGRAPH: A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.-Ivan Turgenev (1818 – 1883) Full bloom Full swing Swing voters Swing state State of denial State of war… Continue reading Swing, or: Silence
A Blitz Poem Chap easily Chap hop Hop to it Hop skip and a jump Jump the shark Jump and jive Jive talking Jive turkey Turkey shoot Turkey cocks Cocks eggs Cocks eye Eye of Ra Eye catching Catching some z's Catching off balance Balance of nature Balance beam Beam me up Scotty Beam of… Continue reading Hop, or: Control
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