Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness. -Anne Frank (1929 – 1945) For Chanukah this year, I'd like to share a thought or two about candles. Every night of Chanukah, for eight nights, Jewish people light candles on their Chanukah menorahs, using the flame from one of the candles.… Continue reading Defy and define the darkness
A 'Candlelight' poem Today we live free of harsh Greek decrees. Jews commemorate; lights emanate from our windows. Our kiddos play games, sing songs, and watch the twirl of those small bright flames, while licking greasy fingers. Candlelight poetic form? 17 lines; Syllabic: 5-5-5-4-4-3-2-2-2-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-7; Rhymed: a-a-b-b-c-c-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x; Centered on the page. d'Verse poetics prompt At d'Verse,… Continue reading Souls on fire, or: Lights emanate
A sijo rocking, blanketed on the porch, misty eyes drawn to weak light; motes flicker in dappled sunset; screened-in memories flutter; voices reverberate through caverns; shake up clouds of old regrets Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains… Continue reading Voices, or: Choices
A haiku autumn stars rustlebright shadows flit into viewphosphene theatrics Moonwashed weekly prompt Theatrics Twiglet #297 a bright shadow
A Choka Petersburg aflame through oppressive lucent nights bedeviled blinds blush under summer's endless stare morning alarms blare hour hands gesture haplessly at lit horizons hours indistinguishable internal clocks spin irreparably broken blankets cover eyes heads pound unforgivingly sleep irregular dream sequences liquefied molten white reality Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Mornings, or: White nights
A haibun Things have really been looking up of late. I've settled comfortably into my new work schedule, although getting myself to my second job in the evenings is rather a drag, as I'm spending more hours than ever before at the office during the day. I hope life continues going in this direction. My… Continue reading White light, or: Refracted
A haibun I exit in the early evening; and my city is aglow in warm sunlight. I smile. Most of the time, I don't hold any particular appreciation for the sun; Middle Eastern summers are uncomfortable. Still, leaving the office before daylight has faded... bright bus stop breeze flutters shadows sun lazes d’Verse Haibun Monday:… Continue reading Breeze flutters shadows, or: Before nightfall
Light stretched contentedly, tracing her fingers along Dark's sinewy body. Last night's lovemaking had left her spent and euphoric, as always. Soon they would bathe together and get into character for the daily augury. Dark murmured with pleasure and then, frowning, turned towards her lover. "I'm tired of the staged ceremonies, my love. I think…… Continue reading Her beloved’s deep chocolate eyes
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