Hot flush, or: Fierce pounding

A 'waltz wave' poem 'Suitor. Figure with Bouquet.' (1917-18) by Thorvald Hellesen fierce pounding rocks his chest; hot flush spread- ing o- ver... oh, don't look away- don't- hesitate... no, no- she's waiting for... hoping those flowers are for her- just- let... go d'Verse poetics prompt: An artist gets his due At d'Verse, we are… Continue reading Hot flush, or: Fierce pounding

The seed of a poem lay dormant

d’Verse prosery Scorching wind blew across the wasteland. Only cracked husks remained of trees, their leaves merely distant memories. Robes flowing, I unrolled the ancient map, checked my compass, and glanced towards the sun. Two hours till midday. "C'mon, Gretch, we're almost there," I whispered, tapping her head with my stick. Gretchen snorted and continued… Continue reading The seed of a poem lay dormant

Feathers, or: Rope fibers

Hope is that word- that rhymes with 'Nope.' Most abused of tired story tropes, in which numb addicts weakly grope, clutching at the ends of their ropes, desperate for their next hit of dope. Hope is that word- that rhymes with 'Nope.' Most perilous of slippery slopes, a dangerous drug that's used to cope, lest… Continue reading Feathers, or: Rope fibers

W3 Prompt #48: Wea’ve Written Weekly

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 #48: Wea’ve Written Weekly

REBLOG: ‘Battle’ by Grace Y. Estevez–Reddy

Poem: I wish that I could shield your pain, absolve your loss and provide gain, protect you from the hard cold rain, assure that joy runs through your veins. I wish my love could be your shield, erase all ugly acts revealed, improve the misfortunes you feel, hug your dreams tight till they are real.… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Battle’ by Grace Y. Estevez–Reddy

Father, or: Daughter

A 'puente' poem Moments too often come When existence feels worthless My living feels worthless I'm worthless; and then I want to protect you From myself; to be alive For you; to make Sure you know: ~There's nothing scary hiding under your bed~ There's nothing you can't achieve There's nothing you can't accomplish There's nothing… Continue reading Father, or: Daughter

Stubborn hopes, or: Weary despair

A 'Wounded Couplet' Having moved twice across the vast ocean, I've been hollowed out as pieces flaked off, Shaken loose by each wave, Wearing away at the last of my brave. Biting chills blow through with my every cough, Being depleted by every motion, Lugging cumbersome baggage everywhere, Full of stubborn hopes and weary despair.… Continue reading Stubborn hopes, or: Weary despair

In yourself, or: In a better future

A 'Waltz Wave' por- tals ex- ist, my child; that, perhaps, is what I'd most like to impart to you while you yet perceive me as an au- thori- ty in your budding world - just - be- lieve. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #170 image credit: Sylvian Sarrailh @ Digiartque The 'waltz wave' poem… Continue reading In yourself, or: In a better future