Poem: Those of us who live in quiet places, Eavesdrop on leaves The humming of bees The rustling tree branches Outside our window panes Those of us who lost our way to Elysium Get lost in the clickety-clack of the keyboard Under a restless moon In a room strewn With words Falling Failing Whispering Scrambling… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Quiet Places’ by Mother Wintermoon
A 'Waltz Wave' poem Image credit:Tasos Mansour (Unsplash) des- olate un- tended rocky fields of bro- ken promis- es and with- ered hopes rustle under swirl- ing vor- tex of un- familiar night skies that recall all #WDYS prompt #182 For this week's 'What Do You See' prompt, Sadje offers us the above image, created… Continue reading Recall, or: Withdrawal
A Choka coworker enters, sees our office dark unlit- finger to the switch, surprised discerns me seated there in my desk chair- why you sitting in darkness? looks puzzled at me; there's this whack fly, I reply matter-of-factly, zooming all around somewhere down our fluorescent hallway Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Zoom fly, or: Don’t bother me
A Limerick I feel a darkness deep, down inside; From myself, there's no place to hide; Though I put no stock in sh*t, Too oft, I'm stepping in it, Sliding through life, just along for the ride.
A 'puente' poem Moments too often come When existence feels worthless My living feels worthless I'm worthless; and then I want to protect you From myself; to be alive For you; to make Sure you know: ~There's nothing scary hiding under your bed~ There's nothing you can't achieve There's nothing you can't accomplish There's nothing… Continue reading Father, or: Daughter
Poetry Partners #157 'Darkness', a haiku by WickedLizzie of 'Essays From the Edge of Existence' The night falls, darkness Silent, still, and full of mystery A time for dreams. Essays From the Edge of Existence: https://wickedlizzie.wordpress.com/ A tanka by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ the night falls, darkness silent, still, and full of mystery… Continue reading Darkness, or: Fade away
Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness. -Anne Frank (1929 – 1945) For Chanukah this year, I'd like to share a thought or two about candles. Every night of Chanukah, for eight nights, Jewish people light candles on their Chanukah menorahs, using the flame from one of the candles.… Continue reading Defy and define the darkness
Poetry Partners #134 'The blue sky', a poem by Kunjal Gupta of 'Duo Diseminators' Inside a vessel so suffocating and cold. Looking at the blue sky, Birds glide their wings and fly to the foretold, Without a struggle or try. Looking at the blue sky, They retire to perch and rest Birds glide their wings… Continue reading In the darkness, or: In the end
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