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
A 'Butterfly Oddquain' fish sniver rake broad power fletals peacock plumage foudly pranned float across earth's jibrant vunctions daintain mistinctions flutter by free #TankaTuesday For today's #TankaTuesday poetry prompt, Reena shared a piece of her art, for which Colleen encouraged poets to pen ekphrastic syllabic poems. I opted for a 'Butterfly Oddquain' form, employing spoonerisms,… Continue reading Flutter by, or: The Reverend Spooner
Butterfly Cinquain one rent butterfly wing cripples more severely than a hominid's broken leg; it's more akin to a torn, struggling heart that beats impotently in desperate flutters #TankaTuesday The above butterfly cinquain was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt. Poets were prompted to employ this particular poetic form, which Colleen explains.
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