A Cywydd Llosgyrnog We could alternate words or lines, Forming poems, both thine and mine. Thus entwined, what could we birth? Sounds, syllables, inspiring verse ~ Hearts in union cynics disperse. Let's converse, two of one earth. 'Poetry Partners' This poem is in honor of the new 'Poetry Partners' initiative at the Skeptic's Kaddish. I'm… Continue reading Invitation, or: Poetry Partners
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog Grey clouds in the sky, thickening; Therein, dense storm front quickening; Reckoning on land and man. Lightning bursts, thunder claps crushing; Skies wailing; rains, weighty, gushing; We ~ brushing against grand plan.
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog What once was surely sight unseen, Today's bards verse without caffeine. Their minds keen, while mine's blurry. My mornings ~ always viscous slogs 'Til I've oiled old, unwilling cogs, Mind defogged and deflurried.
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog A leaf blown high into the sky lets out a wistful, knowing sigh: "Well, goodbye, my dearest friends." Distressed, his friends kick up a fuss: "This shall not stand! He's one of us!" Undone thus, all meet their ends.
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog Reeling from throes of writer's block; Dazed, watching hands tick 'round the clock; I, pale, gawk ~ at empty screen. Imagination rocked by storms; Dense jungle of poetic forms; Wild words swarm ~ roused by caffeine.
My 2nd Cywydd Llosgyrnog Fo' sho' flowin' neva EZ; But punk kid thinks he da sheezy. His squeezy gone and told 'im so. Bitches frontin' - they so bizzled! Tokin' on blunts stuffed wid wizzle; Da rizzle's dat dey both hos.
My first Cywydd Llosgyrnog You can't help yourself, seeking more soulful words from swift fleeting shore; man's flesh shan't soar, but verse can; Futures flash, forever flow fast; Fey fancies; concepts; visions ~ last, These survive past man's lifespan Shabbat shalom! I have scheduled this poem to be published while I am offline for Shabbat… Continue reading Flesh, or: Verse