Stories, or: Hoary

My 1st waltmarie Comprised of 5 consecutive American sentences Belief in deities helps humans bear their emotional Baggage. Needy, unsteady, we oft succumb to our basal needs and Desires. Floundering, humanity yearns to experience storied Magic. Regrettably, some devotees feel threatened by (s)he who faith Rejects. Love for supernatural beings entirely defies Logic. The waltmarie… Continue reading Stories, or: Hoary

New Year’s, or: Reality

A kyrielle Every year, there's a New Year; and People make commitments to change That oft blow away like soft sands... Then we do it again - ain't it strange? Every year, there's a New Year; and We celebrate like it matters, Imbuing it with meanings grand; But weak illusions shall shatter. Every year, there's… Continue reading New Year’s, or: Reality

Refrain, or: Reality

My 1st Mirrored Refrain I'm as jaded as anyone, Having stared down mortality; Try though I might, I can't refrain; Rhymes mine mirror reality In poetry, I wax clever, But mind and wit are on the wane; Rhymes mine mirror reality; Try though I might, I can't refrain Beauty coaxes and beckons me; But fades… Continue reading Refrain, or: Reality

Give me freedom, or: Give me death

My 1st oddquain Free- dom requires resources, unless 1 refers to the right 2 die Murisopsis' Scavenger Hunt Muri is running a poetry scavenger hunt this month and an oddquain about poverty is #6 on her list. This is also the first in a series of seven oddquains that I'm writing for my #APoemADay challenge,… Continue reading Give me freedom, or: Give me death

Wound, or: World

A kimo generations of humans, one after the next until they're not; words ~ our attempt at dressing What's a kimo? According to this website, kimo poems are an Israeli ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ version of haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines.No… Continue reading Wound, or: World