We are, each of us, life’s canvases

d’Verse prosery Friends, today we aspire to be poems, rather than to write or read them. Tune in to the rhythms of your heart beats and breaths; experience the air, its temperature and direction; take in the colors and shapes of your surroundings. Your senses produce letterless words; heed the language of being; listen to… Continue reading We are, each of us, life’s canvases

Together, or: Moments

My first villanelle Together we, she, holding my fingerLittle, growing hand, everything to meMoments ever, and forever lingerAbba'chka, I, to the preschool bring herCome afternoon, she'll be returned to meTogether we, she, holding my fingerShe, annoyed by childish tunes I sing herTeasing her thus brings such delight to meMoments ever, and forever lingerDon't joke! She,… Continue reading Together, or: Moments

Replacement parts, or: Truth-driven

My 2nd Terzanelle Replacement parts ever lacking ~ Only nothing lasts forever Replacement parts ever lacking Maintain each piston, cog, lever Appreciation is the key ~ Only nothing lasts forever Embrace of limitations frees Forge forth for futures to follow Appreciation is the key Being fully is not hollow Now's full of opportunity Forge forth… Continue reading Replacement parts, or: Truth-driven

Meandering prose, or: Sinking suspicion

Poetry Partners #11 'Meandering prose', by Jim- of 'TheCommonAtheist' Winding amidst the valleys Of life's twists and turns— Through eddies and pools Often muddled clarity Carves out sweet ramblings— Jim-: https://jimoeba.wordpress.com/ A cleave poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ below the heavens, winding amidst the valleys our mortal experience is one of life's… Continue reading Meandering prose, or: Sinking suspicion

Whishing, or: Wishing

My 1st Wayra sipping cold coffee rubbing hand over cool scalp sparse bristles whishing softly my thick hair migrated southwards one crisp, chilly season d'Verse poetry prompt: The Wayra At d'Verse, poets were invited to try their hands at writing wayras. The Wayra (Quechua - wind) is a popular verse form of Peru and Bolivia.… Continue reading Whishing, or: Wishing

Get busy living, or: Get busy dying

A Quadrille In the form of 3 American sentences: In this world, fair does not enter into it. Make do with what you have. Go out and take action. That is the only way to get by in life. People won't have time for you if you're one to always whine and complain. What's an… Continue reading Get busy living, or: Get busy dying

The circle, or: Life

My 2nd double etheree glar- ing light; screaming; sus- tenance; voices, faces; crawling; walk- ing unsteadily; run- ning to school; letters; numbers; teachers; friends; innocence; flower- ing; attraction; awkwardness; coming of age; professors; pressure; majors, min- ors; sex; love; commitment; graduation; apartment; interviews; paychecks; en- gagement; bickering; paying bills; marriage; family; loss; birth; children; parenting;… Continue reading The circle, or: Life

Daze, or: Days

My 1st double etheree sun- rise licks at the hor- izon // marking the birth of the day // time to wake; get everyone ready; bus stop; school; part; work // fi-nal-ly-my-cof-fee-//-oh-that's... nice // sit.ting and plug.ging a.way at my key.board, as my co.work.ers trick.le in // message from mywife // don'tforgettheeggs goatcheesefishwaterfruitsyogurtmilkbread // yes,… Continue reading Daze, or: Days