Poetry Partners #75 'Daydream', a poem by Puvanesvari Rajan of 'Opinions, Bijou and Poems' A dream… Or am I? Lucid to the touch, and true to the feel…. Do I dwell in mindplay? Or am I the projection of one? Perhaps a lost neural connection left floating in a mass of empty grey matter… Perhaps… Continue reading Daydream, or: The here and now
Four American sentences: I wonder what, if anything, will still exist after I am gone. I wonder what, if anything, exists while I sit here typing this. I wonder whether or not I am actually composing this.I wonder whether or not you're actually reading this sentence. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the… Continue reading Whether, or: Not
Poetry Partners #11 'Meandering prose', by Jim- of 'TheCommonAtheist' Winding amidst the valleys Of life's twists and turns— Through eddies and pools Often muddled clarity Carves out sweet ramblings— Jim-: https://jimoeba.wordpress.com/ A cleave poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ below the heavens, winding amidst the valleys our mortal experience is one of life's… Continue reading Meandering prose, or: Sinking suspicion
Poetry Partners #10 'I am a poem', by Chris Reilley of 'Christopher Reilley Poems' I am a poem. I am more than a collection of random words. I am much more than meter and rhyme. I was wrestled from magic, fixed into place, and spun like candy floss into being. If I can live one… Continue reading I am a poem, or: A poet
A Cleave poem looking out for a place to go these words find their audience hall to perform in… you, such as you are and you aren’t… and whoever else will harken, such as your poetry community members of many clever, nuanced allusions that draw subtle connections to desperate, yearning loneliness, understanding much of our… Continue reading Not to be, or: To be
A waltmarie Comprised of 5 consecutive American sentences A chilly breeze blows across the apartment through large, open windows. We find ourselves observing the shifting seasons, passengers through time. Our senses tingle at winter's birth, our bare hands; noses; tongues... our eyes. The frailty of bare trees and wind's colors are almost hard to look… Continue reading Windows, or: Fourth dimension
My 2nd 'Bridges' poem Some hold all is poetry, see it in the sun, In trees, leaves, grasses, animals, as children run - In life's allure; In love, pain, birth, sorrow, beauty, holiness, death - Even as they sustain this poet's breath - It's something more. Rules for 'The Bridges' Stanzaic, written in any number… Continue reading Everywhere, or Nowhere
A waltmarie Comprised of 5 consecutive American sentences Cotton candy cumulus clouds float across the sky, veiling the sun. Picnicking families light charcoal afire; young'uns watch it burning. A barefoot three-legged race begins. Runners push off against the earth. Boys and girls on the merry-go-round squeal and giggle as it's turning. More hearty food is… Continue reading Joules, or: Abundance
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