Breeze flutters shadows, or: Before nightfall

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

Her beloved’s deep chocolate eyes

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

Evening shimmers, or: Twilight eyelids

A Quadrille in the form of a Haibun The ancient Sages of the Talmud taught: Fire is one-sixtieth of hellfire; honey, one-sixtieth of manna; the Sabbath, one-sixtieth of the 'World to Come'; sleep, one-sixtieth of death; and a dream, one-sixtieth of prophecy. sunlight hours lengthen evenings aglow with shimmers twilight eyelids droop d’Verse Quadrille #152… Continue reading Evening shimmers, or: Twilight eyelids

Sternlight, or: Spotlight

A shadorma barge sternlight glows through dense night fog; dim, old dock; vain gulls pose on catwalk in the spotlight; fancy themselves grand Mist by Ton Heijnen, via 500px This poem was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #210;Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #259 Shadorma? six-line stanzas (or sestets);each stanza has a syllable count… Continue reading Sternlight, or: Spotlight

Fix, Expert, or: Gateway

This year, I am attempting to become active on Twitter after having created an account last year to post 365 micropoems. Among other things, this means I will be responding to Twitter poetry prompts. Initially, I wasn't planning on x-posting those here, but then I realized: if I don't save my Twitter poems elsewhere, I'll… Continue reading Fix, Expert, or: Gateway

The sole purpose of human existence…

Give light and people will find the way.-Ella Baker (1903 – 1986) Thus shadow owes its birth to light.-John Gay (1685 – 1732) We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.-Socrates (470–399 BCE) Light travels faster than sound.… Continue reading The sole purpose of human existence…

Fireflies, glowworms, or: Lightning bugs

Poetry Partners #31 'Fireflies at Dusk', a poem by Malalai Khan of 'Malalai Noor Khan' Catching a glimpse of tiny sparks, Around the corner away in the dark. I run after them in wild desire, Were they embers from a bonfire? Or shooting stars fallen from the sky, Or specks of gold that can fly?… Continue reading Fireflies, glowworms, or: Lightning bugs

Whither, or: The vine

Poetry Partners #22 'By a thread', a poem by Constance Bourg of 'Tender Rebellion' (after Sylvia Plath) As you walk on by nothing to see here / for the knotted hanging roots the washing clean of mind muddled with muck is my unraveling hair and then there is some light that seems to come from… Continue reading Whither, or: The vine