A limerick When thoughts and feelings madly swarm, My mind turned dark and driving storm- Play with words brings me peace; Syllables proffer release As do poetic devices and forms. d'Verse poetics: Playtime! At d'Verse, poets are encouraged to pen play-themed poems: Play pat-a-cake with the cat. Draw chalk cartoons on the sidewalk. Flirt in… Continue reading Poetry, or: Serious play
Poetry Partners #178 An 'Acrostic Poem' by Melissa Lemay of 'Mom with a Blog' Perusing poetry About various prompts Reading and rereading Tankas, tercets, terza rima Night owls writing Eluding emotions Rendered inconsequential Syllabically Mom with a Blog: https://melissalemay.wordpress.com/ An 'Acrostic Poem' by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ Everywhere, pulsating feelings Motion, vying for… Continue reading Syllabically, or: Authentically
An American sentence: Jigsaw puzzles and painting by numbers allow artistry no room. 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 syllables total. He felt that removing… Continue reading Within the lines, or: Outside the box
My 1st Minute Poem I wish I could express my thoughts, Twisted in knots, Too tightly wound, Can't find the sounds. Even words written defy me, Hiding shyly From angsty dreams, From muffled screams Even when lines and verses flow I always know they all fall short - my truth distort Minute Poetry The Minute… Continue reading Writing, or: The wall
My 2nd elfchen Roar Expresses forcefully Often squelched internally CAPITAL LETTERS NO SUBSTITUTE Pain Elfchen Row Words Content 1 1 A thought, an object, a color, a smell or the like 2 2 What does the word from the first row do? 3 3 Where or how is the word of row 1? 4 4… Continue reading CAPS LOCK, or: Roar
A terza rima (sort of) EPIGRAPH: A chain is only as strong as its weakest link.-A Proverb 🔗 His wife and son had been waiting for years 🔗 Now he could show them how much he had changed 🔗 Their love for him would have been worth the tears 🔗 He could not know what… Continue reading Lost cause, or: Broken
A gogyohka a singer could laugh, moan or wail directly into her mic // a painter could cover her canvas with emotive eyes // tongues, teeth, tonsils screaming // lips twisted in pain or pleasure // I search for my voice // seeking a probing visage in muted verses
Nearing my blogoversary Two days ago, I got together with a friend of mine, whom I hadn't seen in many months because of the multiple COVID-19 lockdowns that we've gone through here in Israel. He and I became particularly close the year before last when we took a Talmud class together in the evenings. Last… Continue reading Blogging time commitment ~ worth it?
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