A Senryū shaped by ancestors fashioned after precursors flesh eclipses form ‘What do you see’ Prompt #168 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offers this photo of a woman sitting in between two busts. The image was created by Cottonbro studio (Pexels). We are to use this image as inspiration to produce art.
A set of 'Lanternes' /ˈdiː//ˈɛn/ /ˈeɪ/same parentssame ancestorsrootsfirstboy, namedfor much lovedgreat-grandfatherloveofold agepregnancyunexpectedwownootherbrothers orsisters; just wetwowordswritingtraditionworld politicsmecoderap beatscars, fashionphotographyyouyearsoceansinterestsseparate us,but W3 poetry prompt This set of lanternes was written for Britta Benson's W3 poetry prompt, which was to compose a poem with a date as its title.
A 'Septolet' Sanctions; inflation; brain drain barrage Russia. Its economy's gasping like fish in a puddle. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture. Twiglets #302 fish in a puddle
A 'Septolet' Hitler's Nazis murdered Jews. Putin's propagandists declare The West- -today's Nazis; Russians- -today's Jews. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
Poetry Partners #133 'Bitter yet sweet', a poem by kalabalu of 'My Blog free thoughts' So sweet yet bitter just like life. Melts in hands and lips You lick those free You want more and more It has calories Give you worries Is expensive Still, you want it More with variety Wrapping is attractive Yet… Continue reading Life, or: Box of chocolates
Poetry Partners #131 'The Fallen', a poem by Brandon Ellrich The sun grows weary of providing warmth, And birds must bend to his whims. Leaves have betrayed their host, And fallen from their homes. The jealous wind, no longer seen, In the branches of the trees, Now sweeps through the discarded canopy, To show that… Continue reading Fallen, or: Swept away
A 'Daisy Chain' poem Walking sacks of meat, Meat, tender and soft, Soft like eggs, I would think; Think about our many vulnerabilities, Vulnerabilities no other creatures share; Share your personal reflections and learning; Learning over generations sets humans apart; Apart from that, what traits are there? There are our thumbs, opposable and long, Long,… Continue reading Humans, or: Sacks of meat