An exchange of 'faith' poems Despite writing nearly one year ago that I wouldn't respond to other poets' "faith" poems, I recently received a lovely God-oriented poem from Rayla Noel of 'Innerdialects'... and unexpectedly felt moved to respond to it. My first reaction was something like "oh boy, not another 'God poem'..." But then I… Continue reading Yes, I responded to ‘faith’ poetry
Bewildered, or: In twilight
Poetry Partners #147 'Dirge to a Dirge', a poem by Rayla of 'Innerdialects' WAR rAW ''..humans can pardon each other." If YHWH is disbelieved then your Portugal fell to the Fault of men (more pointlessnesses👇🏼) •I envy your fire that will not dance with the Storm: you see nothing beyond the grave. Zero bother with… Continue reading Bewildered, or: In twilight
In twilight, or: Bewildered
Poetry Partners #146 'In twilight, Dawn?', a poem by Rayla of 'Innerdialects' Yeah 'm tired show me how to switch off the stars shut down a moon - slipping in my shutters; why d'you hunt me midnight Sun; who'm I to Your maddening pursuit of human aloneness: this morning I woke to You in the… Continue reading In twilight, or: Bewildered
Oh, God! or: Oh, man!
A 'Waltz wave' poem Cha- os gov- erns all as- pects of world- ly ex- ist- ence. This weighs heavi- ly on mere mor- tals. So, we convince our- selves of gods, lest we fall com- plete- ly a- part ‘What do you see’ Prompt #160 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo… Continue reading Oh, God! or: Oh, man!
The Ovillejo, 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 Ovillejo, or: Creativity verses form
Simply divine, or: Sweet irony
Swimming, or Harbored
A limerick Just a babe when the church took him in, Scripture's pages absorbed little Tim. He adored Bible stories but harbored deep worries cuz the "God" concept made his head swim. Twiglet #284 Turning page ‘What do you see’ Prompt #139 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for… Continue reading Swimming, or Harbored
I must go in, or: The fog is rising
A limerick I must go in, for the fog is rising. Though, truth be told, it's unsurprising. Mean plans for Man set in motion, back with skies, stars, beasts, lands, oceans... God shows no great interest in revising. d'Verse poetics: 'Words of Departure' At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to select one of phrase from the… Continue reading I must go in, or: The fog is rising
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