Dreaming, or: Foggy

A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas thick heavy droplets cloudy, directionless the sun pulls up its blanket glowing with pigeon grey light weary, reluctant hazy horizon cozies upon bed of snow making dreams of distant trees covering the sleepy realms humanity cannot see How to read a Cleave poem? Simply: Read the… Continue reading Dreaming, or: Foggy

Worst enemy, or: Mostly harmless

A sijo Gleaming through the color of night, A burst pierces dark heavens; On battlefield Earth, humans war, Swept away by fears and greeds; Ruptured, dying, the planet whispers: I... I know who killed me. Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46… Continue reading Worst enemy, or: Mostly harmless

The Trianglet, 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 Trianglet, or: Creativity verses form

To brave the cold

There is a chill air surrounding those who are down in the world, and people are glad to get away from them, as from a cold room. -George Eliot (1819 โ€“ 1880) The quote I've selected for this week's WQW encapsulates something that we all know to be true; and if we're honest with ourselves,… Continue reading To brave the cold

Humanity, or: Humility

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

Filtration operations, or: Forced relocations

A 'Septolet' Multitudes of Ukrainians deported to isolated regions of Russia. Ukrainian children kidnapped; forcibly adopted. 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.

Circumcised, or: Barely

Sevenling (I am such) I am such a friggin' Jew; circumcised; born in and residing in the capital of Israel; always, always walking around with a yarmulke. I don't compose poetry in Hebrew; I don't hate; I have difficulty believing in my One True God, let alone in any foreign ones. I am just as… Continue reading Circumcised, or: Barely