A 'haibun' bus stop offers shade ten minute sunny spring walk less than appealing In another week or two, by my estimates, my mornings will be less confusing. However, even as recently as two weeks ago, the skies in Jerusalem opened up and water rushed through the ill-prepared streets. Then, even when it wasn't raining,… Continue reading Ten, or: Twelve minutes
A Pantoum I abandon faith in non-sense; I see no hint of divine justice; I've lost my patience for pretense; Reject all groups that bid: "Trust us..." I see no hint of divine justice; Though hope's reassurance tempts me; Reject all groups that bid: "Trust us..." Untestable promises ring empty Though hope's reassurance tempts me,… Continue reading Promises, or: Lies
Poetry Partners #171 'Re-figuring ideas', a poem by Sadje of 'Keep it alive' Sticking to ideas Long obsolete, redundant Makes us a victim to ignorance A reversal of ideas is often required When new things come to light Don’t close your mind to new notions For the old can often drag you down, backwards Keep… Continue reading Stubborn, or: Silklike
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
A Choka ground temperature at depths greater than ten feet stays relatively constant through the course of time please bury me deep in Earth's comfortable bosom a warm welcoming spa-like decomposition muscles loosening lying horizontally limbs and back at rest and still mine to enjoy finally Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading After, or: My time
A 'Waltz wave' poem Cha- os gov- erns all as- pects of world- ly ex- ist- ence. This weighs heavi- ly on mere mor- tals. So, we convince our- selves of gods, lest we fall com- plete- ly a- part ‘What do you see’ Prompt #160 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo… Continue reading Oh, God! or: Oh, man!
Blank verse in iambic heptameter 80 doesn't even burn, but I'm drinking 94, feeling its sting against my throat before the smooth warmth spreads; soothing, relaxing; though nothing like the pounding, scalding water on my shoulders, back and buttocks just earlier. Sitting in my yeti hide fleece pajamas afterwards, I thought to describe the sensation… Continue reading Kentucky, or: Jerusalem
A 'Waltz wave' poem your tiny head against my shoulder; your heart- beat against my breast; your body swaddled securely to keep you safe and warm; ever wrapped in my mama- love ‘What do you see’ Prompt #152 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to produce art.… Continue reading Mother, and: Child
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