A Garland Cinquain unfold chakra petals you'll start to recognize where you've been & where you're going third eye insight a bridge between right and left hemispheres; heaven and earth; your life and death transform the night expands over people and the Divine a deep part of you awakens wisdom lower into higher spiritual currents… Continue reading Indigo, or: Ajna
A Garland Cinquain soft down over sunlight noble snowy owl soars white citrus cotton candy skies easeful glaciers in bleached silence glide through foamy white caps sportive belugas vocalize play tag chubby still harp seal pup blends into vast snowbank defenseless in mother's absence wide-eyed arctic hare races past watchful for predators white winter coat… Continue reading Soft down, or: Ermine
Poetry Partners #90 'In Between', A poem by Shalini Kathuria Narang of 'Rhythm & Rhyme' From the texts that teach, To the men that preach, Faith lies in between. From fervent declarations of love, To blood thirsty hate, Control like a trapeze artist balances in between. From zenith of joy and happiness, To depths of… Continue reading In between, or: The way
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.
My 1st Crown Cinquain my eyes can only see that which is, and even then they must close sometimes, unlike my ears my ears sometimes pick up strange, seemingly distant sounds, but get distracted, unlike my tongue my tongue can distinguish 'tween umami; sweet; sour; salty; bitter, but not without my nose my nose is… Continue reading Five, or: Sixth
A Garland Cinquain ablaze gaseous fireball millions of degrees gigantic nuclear furnace brings life chirp, chirp streaks of feathers soar and catch the sunlight along with insects for their young alight lemons ripe, luscious fruit vivid citrine gems sway fleshy, mature, rich, flavorsome heavy tree hole busy beehive hexagonal pattern molten syrupy honey drips teeming… Continue reading Molten, or: Ablaze
A Garland Cinquain An ekphrastic poem loving tactile closeness complex social networks mothers and calves; pair-bonded males tight ties echoes a world of words piercing high frequencies sound waves cut through murky waters pictures vocal sweet exchanges love, pathos, joy, warnings collaborative, synchronized fishing coupling sex for pleasure mates belly–to–belly nuzzle, click, rub, pectoral pat… Continue reading Brilliant, or: Sparkling
My 2nd Garland Cinquain I'd float past the Kármán line, into outer space past the Milky Way's dark matter unseen vacuum without friction leaves stars and planets free to travel along their orbits fluid plasma low density between vast galaxies of hydrogen and helium glacial up there observing the visible universe through foam of spongy… Continue reading Baryonic, or: Dark matter
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