Oh me! or: Oh my!

A nonsense limerick A particularly glun binnabur school boy had to durp prillowets as a pool boy. At work, he zezzed a vullowy woman who begged of him, 'Please, fritt my flumin!' Of course, HE claims he buppered her nalloy! d'Verse prompt: Narrative Nonsense At d'Verse, poets were prompted to write nonsense poems, while keeping the… Continue reading Oh me! or: Oh my!

Together, or: Moments

My first villanelle Together we, she, holding my fingerLittle, growing hand, everything to meMoments ever, and forever lingerAbba'chka, I, to the preschool bring herCome afternoon, she'll be returned to meTogether we, she, holding my fingerShe, annoyed by childish tunes I sing herTeasing her thus brings such delight to meMoments ever, and forever lingerDon't joke! She,… Continue reading Together, or: Moments

Wax on, or: Wax off

Blank verse in iambic pentameter Laziness; can't blame it on craziness - that's much too sexy, and I've yet to cut even one ear off. This constant stare-off with my own reflection on poetry websites; impressions in fast succession, forming ideas, framing works, foraging for scraps of ambrosia and digging down for diggities. Oh ~… Continue reading Wax on, or: Wax off

Falling, or: Floating

Sevenling (Our daughter fell) Our daughter fell sick last week on Shabbat (Saturday). She had a fever; was coughing heavily; and had no appetite. Our goldfish has taken to resting at the surface of its aquarium; always in the same corner; sometimes tilted a bit sideways. The two spent a lot of time together. The… Continue reading Falling, or: Floating

That’s how eye-roll, or: I roll

An American sentence: Look, Friend. We both know these words aren't poetic in the slightest bit. 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. He… Continue reading That’s how eye-roll, or: I roll

The worse it seemed to get…

An American paragraph* (an experimental form) He wished that not everything had to be so challenging all the time. Clearly, it didn't matter whether he combed his beard thrice; he knew that. Plus, why wake up each morning at seven twenty-seven on the dot? Why should he leave the crust on only one side of… Continue reading The worse it seemed to get…

Light, medium, or: Dark

My 1st Sheshire A memory still gnaws at me; I was self-righteous in my youth. One week, my parents had headaches; Erring, they'd bought... decaf coffee. A jerk, I smirked, learning the truth Of their addiction and mistake. Then, in college, t'was a café... Across the street from my dorm room. I'd drink cappuccinos and… Continue reading Light, medium, or: Dark