The Bragi, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Bragi, or: Creativity verses form

The Alliterisen, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Alliterisen, or: Creativity verses form

Garden, or: Eden

Poetry Partners #91 'Morphine Drip', a poem by LaToya Williams of 'mentalnotes1' For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip To let the sun dry me up And run healing through this broken cup But there is no sun in October And the weather is always better after the rain The atmosphere is clearer… Continue reading Garden, or: Eden

In between, or: The way

Poetry Partners #90 'In Between', A poem by Shalini Kathuria Narang of 'Rhythm & Rhyme' From the texts that teach, To the men that preach, Faith lies in between. From fervent declarations of love, To blood thirsty hate, Control like a trapeze artist balances in between. From zenith of joy and happiness, To depths of… Continue reading In between, or: The way

All that’s for me, or: For myself

Poetry Partners #89 A poem by Christine Bialczak of 'Stine Writing and Miniatures' Happy to know that life has my back even when sorrow has given me slack I swim in the glory of water outside The colors and feelings are the mood of inside. Nothing to bother me, no problems here Loved ones, my… Continue reading All that’s for me, or: For myself

Never, or: Now

A poem, based upon 'Time to Come' by Walt Whitman O, Life! a rough, billowy cloak Hangs round thee, and the present state; The eye may see, the hand may touch Only one's revealed fate. This mind, which now parallel flows With frantic hope and rising fear; This heart of flesh with chambers four, That… Continue reading Never, or: Now

Lovingly, or: All we have in common

Poetry Partners #86 A poem by Anne Morrigan of 'Anne A p a r t' I fell in love Precisely because you asked me not to said I was foolish one of thousands a fly in your soup Common. but you had to concede that you revealed yourself to me so what I could not… Continue reading Lovingly, or: All we have in common

Pulsing auroras, or: Child claps

My 1st Catena rondo Child claps hands at age-old fable Pulsing auroras glimmer bright Silent abyss-eyes consume light Child claps hands at age-old fable Pulsing auroras glimmer bright Faint swish with it brings eerie chill Sentinels sleep against their will Pulsing auroras glimmer bright Faint swish with it brings eerie chill Faithfully, distant church bells… Continue reading Pulsing auroras, or: Child claps