A Sijo as an immigrant parent, limited by culture and language, wanting to help my child succeed, pained by my inadequacies, I find I must surmount my insecurities daily 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 syllables. Each line contains a pause… Continue reading Enough, or: Not
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
Poem: I was sinking In insecure delusions Illusions Hallucinations Looking for meaning In their voices Of ridicule And hate But now I’m picking my scabs Looking for auguries On my raw skin I was never good At appraising value A good target For the con man Selling decaying wood And bad neighbourhoods Near markets Selling… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Ruach and the Flute’ by Tanmay Philip
An 'atom poem' small pompous bully fears own dark doubt never sees his folks feels ignored hated ruled by sharp anger just a wounded child cries when he's alone Atom poetic form? At least one tercet (three line stanza); Letters per line: 5-7-5; No punctuation; no capitalization (like haiku). Moonwashed weekly prompt Pompous W3 poetry prompt This week's W3 poetry prompt was… Continue reading Stones, or: Sticks
A 'Waltz wave' poem Cha- os gov- erns all as- pects of world- ly ex- ist- ence. This weighs heavi- ly on mere mor- tals. So, we convince our- selves of gods, lest we fall com- plete- ly a- part ‘What do you see’ Prompt #160 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo… Continue reading Oh, God! or: Oh, man!
Poetry Partners #122 'Reverse Abecedarium', a poem by Di of 'pensitivity101' Zig zags carve my mind, bringing forth Youthful reminders of Xenial days revolving around friends and family. Withered and dying, Voices begin to echo Unbidden and unwelcome Through my subconsciousness, Succumbing to illogical Reason, it is hard to Quantify their existence. Pulsing and painful,… Continue reading Angel, or: Demon
Three American Sentences in 12 words: I. #merit I have #merit like you. I must satisfy myself that it's deserved. https://twitter.com/kaddish_s/status/1507972919791693826 II. #palm I… just can't fathom innumerable lives in the #palm of one's hand. https://twitter.com/kaddish_s/status/1507976234801717254 III. #halt Screaming, "#Halt!" on a busy street corner will only draw annoyed eyes. https://twitter.com/kaddish_s/status/1507981599173926914 What's an 'American Sentence'?… Continue reading Merit, Palm, or: Halt
I recently received the following note from a poet I greatly admire: I really want to submit a poem to you from my blog, but I am debating whether any of my work is worthy enough to be featured. Can you be brutally honest with me and let me know if my longer poems are… Continue reading A note of encouragement for poets
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