Freezing torrents, or: Love’s bud

A Shadorma By deep frost, freezing torrents of passion tear at her heart, its chambers shielding love's bud blossoming outwards. Blossoming, its roots grip fiercely at rebirthed passion, as freezing despairs grab at them by dint of dark will. d'Verse prompt: Vertical lines of kisses At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to select one the following… Continue reading Freezing torrents, or: Love’s bud

The Harrisham, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Harrisham, or: Creativity verses form

Loose change, or: Nothing changes

An American sentence: An old man lies on a bench, hand stretched out, cupping a pile of loose change. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17… Continue reading Loose change, or: Nothing changes

It’s Not Lost, or: Found

Poetry Partners #116 'It's Not Lost', a series of tanka by Michael L. Utley of ‘Silent Pariah’ It’s not lost on me How this coral-tinctured eve Tempers morning’s joy With sadness and coos of doves Grieve dying light’s somber end It’s not lost on me that I Never got to bid farewell As sun languishes… Continue reading It’s Not Lost, or: Found

Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass

Poetry Partners #108 'No Longer', a poem by Aishwarya Kannan of 'Timelessly' In the midst of an afternoon slumber Scribbling along the walls Hoping that it would last longer I don’t know why it ended But the dream was all I had ephemeral, but so close If only he could also be sad To know… Continue reading Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass

Once upon, or: Carnival

Poetry Partners #99 A series of senryū by Eugenia of 'Eugi's Causerie' dreams faded and torn emotions worsen with time shades of la-la land the moon is still dark not wanting to face conflict lullabies disturbed spirits without fear rise up above wickedness til the end of time Eugi's Causerie: https://amanpan.com/ A series of tanka… Continue reading Once upon, or: Carnival

Blues, or: Soul

Poetry Partners #77 'With tears from dear', a poem by Henry Mworia of 'Veteran Writes' Emotions say you are a stranger. Alone I must be they tell me. Being apart will stop my heart. Drizzling notions of doubt or despair Rain at a pace similar to no other. I’m unable to see you split in… Continue reading Blues, or: Soul

With and for the hope of your nation

d’Verse prosery During these darkest days, child, you must allow yourself to talk what you please of future spring; and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow will, in this very way, become reality. Yes, the Russians invaded your home and murdered your family; they've raped and tortured your neighbors; they've decimated your city. Yes, much of your country… Continue reading With and for the hope of your nation