My personal perspective on Eastern Europe For most of my life I don't want to overgeneralize so let's be clear that I only represent myself - one individual descendent of Jews from Eastern Europe (i.e. Ashkenazim). My parents grew up in the USSR, as did my grandparents, and all of my ancestors, according to genetics… Continue reading Binging on Russia-Ukraine War information
A 'Roundabout' poem Big! Bang! Our universe was born. Something came before it- A universe That was no worse- Something came before it. Grind! Creak! The continents all split. Earth's species were dispersed- Giant sloths lopped; Balbarids hopped; Earth's species were dispersed. It fascinates that life's diverse; Though man came out on top... And by… Continue reading Humanity, or: Humility
Poetry Partners #138 'Old Houses', a poem by Sherry Lens of 'Sherry'sLens Photography' Doors and windows, Gates and Gables Luring me in with their untold fables Shadows on stairwells, echoing walls Hinting of stories yet to be told Remnants of footprints, ghostly remains Distant reminders of those who have came Standing in mystery in need… Continue reading Inspirit, or: In spirit
Traditional Mongolian Meter Steed gallops swiftly across steppes Steered smoothly by steely Mongol Steel stirrups steady deadly shots Steals last, wistful glance at sunset d'Verse prompt: Traditional Mongolian Meter At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to try their hands at 'Traditional Mongolian Meter', which is: written in any number of quatrains. syllabic, usually 7 to 8… Continue reading Swiftly across steppes, or: Wistful glance at sunset
A Golda Programmed by our society, her favored color is pink But why? 'Twas Mamie Eisenhower who changed the way folks think. #TankaTuesday The above 'Golda' was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt: Poets were prompted to write syllabic poems inspired by a color of their choice. I chose the color 'pink'. Murisopsis’… Continue reading Gender-neutral, or: Girly
A 'Septolet' War has forever transformed Ukrainians. Ukrainians now want to expunge everything Russian from Ukraine. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
Poetry Partners #115 'Sacred Wisdom' (gloss form- Black Elk), a poem by Joy A. Burki-Watson of 'Way down upon joy' And while I stood thereI saw more than I can tell,and I understood more than I saw;for I was seeing in a sacred manner -Black Elk (1863 – 1950) And while I stood therethe sun… Continue reading Baptism, or: Peace Pipe
Poetry Partners #79 'Before And After', a poem by Larry Trasciatti of 'Eastelmhurst.a.go.go' Listening to decades old Records on a Rainy Saturday night all alone my windows are closed tight and the songs of the Weavers follow supper they are from an era I can not Recall the rain and fog have washed it all… Continue reading Before, or: After