Barefoot, or: Naked Truth

My 2nd Cleave poem she loves his gruff voice, his calling card that he leaves his hot temper by his shoes neatly by the door, now ajar, open to a world well known to her that could offer support whenever his arm rises up into the air should she need to make his tyranny known… Continue reading Barefoot, or: Naked Truth

Feminism, or: Basic human decency

An elfchen She Her choices With no exceptions All humans equally human Respect 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 What… Continue reading Feminism, or: Basic human decency

Give me freedom, or: Give me death

My 1st oddquain Free- dom requires resources, unless 1 refers to the right 2 die Murisopsis' Scavenger Hunt Muri is running a poetry scavenger hunt this month and an oddquain about poverty is #6 on her list. This is also the first in a series of seven oddquains that I'm writing for my #APoemADay challenge,… Continue reading Give me freedom, or: Give me death