A kyrielle I drop her off and collect her; Daily, you can see us walking; For me, all our walks are a blur... My daughter's just non-stop talking! I have given up on thinking; Her voice my every thought's blocking; Feels like waking after drinking... My daughter's just non-stop talking! I love her more than… Continue reading Sweet, sweet, or: Silence
Poetry Partners #174 A poem on love by Jaideep Khanduja of 'Pebble's Galaxy' Love is a fire that burns within, A flame that flickers, a never-ending win. It lifts you up when you're feeling low, And helps you grow and let go. It's patient, kind, and full of grace, A love that always finds its… Continue reading Over heels, or: On the rocks
Poetry Partners #112 'Cassiopea', a 'mirrored refrain' poem by Scotti Woolery-Price of 'Morning Star Poetry' Placed in a constellation Found among the Northern skies Her fables try to tempt you But come morning her light dies Zig zagging around the night Her five stars come into view But come morning her light dies As fables… Continue reading Stars, or: Hall of Fame
A kyrielle It's not that I'm being a jerk when I fail to answer the phone. Please, as I'm quite busy at work... Leave your message after the tone. Those crazy rumors of my death - They're all entirely overblown! So, for now, while I yet draw breath, leave your message after the tone. If… Continue reading Beeeep! or: After the tone
A Quadrille In the form of a not-Kyrielle He brought her presents every day, Penning serenades to sing her. She'd blush at every bouquet... Though, for her sweet words, doubts lingered... However, he couldn't ignore Her galivanting with swingers. She promised she was no schnorrer... Though, for her sweet words, doubts lingered. d'Verse Quadrille #136:… Continue reading Schnorrer, or: Worse
A kyrielle Been playing for over a year; So, what might my best next move be? Could writing become a career? ~ Thus far, it's been purely for me. I've mastered some challenging forms. So, what might my best next move be? It's such fun to tinker with norms. ~ Tacticians, proficient, coach me. With… Continue reading Openings, or: End game
A kyrielle Every year, there's a New Year; and People make commitments to change That oft blow away like soft sands... Then we do it again - ain't it strange? Every year, there's a New Year; and We celebrate like it matters, Imbuing it with meanings grand; But weak illusions shall shatter. Every year, there's… Continue reading New Year’s, or: Reality
A kyrielle I drop her off and collect her; Daily, you can see us walking; For me, all those walks are a blur... My child is constantly talking! I have given up on thinking; Her voice my every thought's blocking; Feels like waking after drinking... My child is constantly talking! I love her more than… Continue reading Sweet, sweet, or: Silence
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