A set of 'Lanternes' /หdiห//หษn/ /หeษช/same parentssame ancestorsrootsfirstboy, namedfor much lovedgreat-grandfatherloveofold agepregnancyunexpectedwownootherbrothers orsisters; just wetwowordswritingtraditionworld politicsmecoderap beatscars, fashionphotographyyouyearsoceansinterestsseparate us,but W3 poetry prompt This set of lanternes was written for Britta Benson's W3 poetry prompt, which was to compose a poem with a date as its title.
A collection of 'lanturnes' wesing ofour nation'ssurvival asoneonepeopleunitedagainst Russianraperapeour landviolateour existenceforceforceshall nottriumph hereon our forebears'landlandsustainsthe cultureof ancestorshomehomedemandscommitmenton all our partsnownowour troopsmust withstandthis disastrouswarwarwas wagedupon usstill we remainfreefreeto livewithout fearUkrainianswe #TankaTuesday This collections of lanturne poems was written as an ekphrastic response to the image below, which I offered to Colleen Chesebro for her weekly Tanka… Continue reading Ukrainians we, or: Survival as one
Three lanternes onealonequiet timecontemplationselftwolovingcompanyconversationpairthreeawkwardunwelcomenosey Parkercrowd Lanterne (or: Lanturne) A lanterne is a type of cinquain (five line poem) that has one syllable in the 1st line, two syllables in the 2nd line, three syllables in the 3rd line, four syllables in the 4th line, and one syllable in the 5th line. The poem itself was… Continue reading Two’s company, or: Three’s a crowd
My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of lanturnes (and one cinquain) to Twitter, which I wrote a while ago... Actually, I'm thrilled to say that I've completed my full year's worth of micropoems for 2021, meaning that I… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 37
A lanturne While living I can still contribute my verse #2 When I am dead, poems shall be written still
A lanturne On Shabbat, I sometimes cheat and check my phone #2 Still, I would not pen new verses on that day #3 I don't like admitting to my lack of faith
A lanturne I write of my daughter, who is growing up #2 I write of my father, whom we laid to rest #3 The present eludes me more often than not
A lanturne My aunt has breast cancer. It affects us all #2 It's hard to watch a loved one suffering so #3 We're merely lanterns that glimmer for a time P.S. These were inspired by my last blog post.
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