A Cywydd Llosgyrnog Grey clouds in the sky, thickening; Therein, dense storm front quickening; Reckoning on land and man. Lightning bursts, thunder claps crushing; Skies wailing; rains, weighty, gushing; We ~ brushing against grand plan.
A Quadrille In the form of a Haibun I found myself tempted to compose a prose poem about the nearly immutable nature of stone. However, my mind wriggled, squirming away from me. Shield limpets, keel worms, snails and other creatures captured my imagination. only lift the rocks to uncover teeming life changelessness belied d’Verse Quadrille… Continue reading From above, or: What lies beneath
A rondelet Israelis ~ Most of us ain't Messianic. Israelis ~ Don't buy the hype from your tellies. Though the strife may seem volcanic ~ Life here's quite peaceful ~ don't panic! Israelis. P.S. This post was scheduled in advance because I am offline for two days (between sunset on Monday and sunset on Wednesday)… Continue reading Safe, or: Warzone?
A triolet Every year we mark the same holidays. It's hard to make something new of the old, As the prep's whipping us into a craze. Every year we mark the same holidays, And God reads through all the Jews' dossiers To decide how their lives should unfold... Every year we mark the same holidays… Continue reading Death, or: Life