A 'Waltz Wave' poem to catch, let a- lone grasp the purpose of life is fruitless; insights pop upon contact, each little droplet burst- ing in- to innu- mera- ble ide- as What Do You See #189 For WDYS, Sadje offers us this image by Geetanjal Khana (Unsplash) of a hand, palm up, with a… Continue reading To catch, or: Just drop it
Poem: We exist, submerged in the womb, that inner sea, until our first breath. In our veins flows blood with the sea’s salinity… seas…where life began. Water in our cells, water in our mother’s milk, water in our tears. We are of water… bodies more than half water. Water sustains us. Water in rain clouds,… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Of the Water’ by Cheryl Batavia
An American sentence: She poured her deepest self into her book, hoping to help just one soul. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total.… Continue reading Opening up, or: Book baby
A rhyming sestina Some people don't like the word Jew A label that fits me like comfy shoe Jews were murdered and made into glue Regarded as less than beasts at a zoo Blamed for both the plague and the flu In the end, though, it's the haters who stew Jewish cholent is a magical… Continue reading Rubber, or: Glue
Image to Poem to Comic In January, I wrote the below poem for Sadje’s image prompt, and artist Matt Snyder of AProlificPotpourri was inspired to draw a comic (see below) based upon my verse. My poem had been inspired by this image of a green field, in the center of which is a flowerbed shaped… Continue reading Kerfuffle Komics: You, or: Eye…
A Choka beyond the edges of fraying maps workers toil trampling their compass roses in tattered sandals thorns tearing at shins as they trudge uphill against the gravity of existences long since spun south to sheer hunger to desperation through to survival by force of will Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Gravity, or: Force of will
Far too many did I poo-poo In the past, for their sheer fear Of disaster, dawning faster When they'd been caught unawares When they questioned fair elections Fingers wringing, furrowed brows I would smile ever politely-- There shall come again a now Now I wonder, faith asunder As every channel tells of hell Discord 'round… Continue reading 2020, or: 20/20
Poem: I feel the incessant battles of internal opposing forces. My personal war. Feelings clashing, emotions raging, peace alluding me. Rational thoughts tip-toe in intermittently. It’s a daily challenge, every minute of every day. Seeking tranquility in the chaos, hoping for a forced equilibrium. But usually tossed about by my innate human nature. Developing intentional… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Torn’ by Susi Bocks
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