A 'Waltz Wave' in moments of upset, I remind myself to reach up with my mind's hand for the bright halo ~ my better self; and breathe steadily as I stretch up to it What do you see #179 For WDYS #179, Sadje offers us this computer-generated image by Axel Ruffini (Unsplash) of a multicolored… Continue reading Breathe deeply, or: Better self
A 'Waltz Wave' photo credit:Terri Webster Schrandt crys- tal wa- ter- fall a- live in col- ors el- e- ments tex- tures temper- atures sensa- tions forev- er im- print- ed up- on conscious- ness as sheer soft mist spray Tanka Tuesday For Tanka Tuesday, Colleen offers us this photo by her friend Terri Webster… Continue reading Wat- or: Fall
Portrait of Lady Agnew of Lochnaw by John Singer Sargent mo- tionless- e- motion- less; and yet- there's... twink- ling there, it... seems, mayhaps it's just the light playing tricks- and yet... her wry eyes smile, knowing our eyes are admir- ing- Twiglets #313 trick of the light #TankaTuesday Colleen Chesebro offers us the painting… Continue reading Wry eyes, or: Our eyes
An 'Arkquain Swirl' whitetrimmingsbright againstsnowy landscape;sumptuously cladgraceful Lady of the Snows;understated coy smile knowsshe's untouchable;floral fur-trimmedcape and muffoffsetherscarletberibbonedbrimmed fancy hat;watery wintrywastes draw away to allowher between bent laden boughsas she floats through them;blood circulatesclose to thesurfaceofrefinedfine cheekbonesflushed like red dress;heavy horizonswelcome home native daughter;untouched by weight of watersshe absorbs the scene;knowing pools darkunblinkingtake itin Twiglets… Continue reading Lady, or: The snows
A "Waltz Wave" poem fall blanket fall across brush, branches backyards fall athwart those mighty sovereign mountains with down of welkin fall autumn to winter and fall fall perceived land #TankaTuesday This week, for Tanka Tuesday, Colleen encourages us to write syllabic poems inspired by this photo by her friend, and photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt. “We… Continue reading Fall athwart, or: Land
An ekphrastic shadorma long unclothed boughs expose posh homes; the rustle that distracts but a young housemaid's apron strings shyly swish-swish d'Verse poetics: The Landscape Sleeps At d'Verse, writers are encouraged to select one of four paintings and write an ekphrastic poem (in any style or form) inspired by that work of art. I selected… Continue reading The rustle, or: Swishing
A collection of 'lanturnes' wesing ofour nation'ssurvival asoneonepeopleunitedagainst Russianraperapeour landviolateour existenceforceforceshall nottriumph hereon our forebears'landlandsustainsthe cultureof ancestorshomehomedemandscommitmenton all our partsnownowour troopsmust withstandthis disastrouswarwarwas wagedupon usstill we remainfreefreeto livewithout fearUkrainianswe #TankaTuesday This collections of lanturne poems was written as an ekphrastic response to the image below, which I offered to Colleen Chesebro for her weekly Tanka… Continue reading Ukrainians we, or: Survival as one
A 'Bridges' poem Before me, one way to go; stone spread, long and straight. There, I uncertain linger, hand upon steel gate; An eerie scene. Fir trees dull grey, reflections black, pale bridge ghost white; Feel nary weak breeze waft... chest- straining, tight... 'Tis too serene. Somewhere, time-stopped stillness hints at love and loss; Turn… Continue reading The bridge, or: The voice
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