'Useless! Useless!' ~ a haiku by Jack Kerouac Useless! Useless! —heavy rain driving into the sea A 'Golden Shovel' of 'Useless! Useless!' It's- useless I'm just- useless Mind so damnably heavy Thoughts washed away in a rain Of devastating doubts driving Me directly downwards into The darkest depths of the Wintry wordless sea 'Golden Shovel'?… Continue reading Just a shell, or: The sea
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants read… Continue reading W3 Prompt #41: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Poetry Partners #151 'Ride the Chaos', a poem by Tanmay Philip of 'Blog inVERSE' There was a time When I eagerly lapped up The teachings of Gurus, preachers Spiritual masters Searching for Truth and grace Magic and meaning There was a time I breathed in their smoke Until I choked Seeing visions Born from asphyxiation… Continue reading Promise, or: Purpose
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #17: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Poetry Partners #114 'She is like glass' (for my daughter), a poem by Sean Mathews of 'seanmathews.blog' She is like glass I see through her Tough and fragile Transparent daughter When we touch Strong and slim Like porcelain Of silk smooth skin And she shines Bright as day Prism of life’s Vital ray A glowing… Continue reading Glass, or: Pearls
'Neither Snow' by Billy Collins When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing the maw of an advancing whale. At least they looked that way to me from the taxi window, and since I happened to be sitting that fading Sunday afternoon in… Continue reading Urban scarecrows, or: White plankton
Poetry Partners #47 'Wings', a poem by Sarah of 'Words and Coffee Writing' Our Ameraucana chickens preside over their own half acre of lush grass, claws scraping up dust to find each kernel of cracked corn we leave. But they still jump over the fence once of year, wings flailing, a flurry of feathers trailing,… Continue reading Wings, or: Claws
A golden shovel in blank verse EPIGRAPH: I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.Desert Snow, Jim Harrison (1937 – 2016) Left alone to my own devices, I oft ponder beyondering, though I don't dare wander past the edges of we-know before twilight. O, Sun, I wonder what, while watching… Continue reading Death, or: Beyondering
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