I would run out of steam, of ideas, and then feel myself foolish for going on and on; I would lose track of my thoughts, lose the thread, lose my flow; I would have no notion of how far I should go, get lost betwixt my words, betwixt letters be left waiting, wondering- could I… Continue reading Perspiration, or: Inspiration
A shadorma who's to say souls exist within? do bodies... can bodies... how do finite frail bodies hold the infinite? Moonwashed weekly prompt Infinite
Shadorma returned home never to leave here neither home here nor there left to devolve life to fate choice evolves away Prompts I. Twiglets #308 returned home II. Moonwashed weekly prompt Evolve
A Senryลซ hippopotomon- strosesquippedalio- phobia is crippling
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 Trianglet, or: Creativity verses form
A sijo gravel glistening in puddles past the garden threshold; path between neat mown lawns, shrubs, trees through lushest green to the far wall; a second gate to the distant hills has not been built by man. โWhat do you seeโ Prompt #158 For Sadjeโs weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration… Continue reading Past the garden threshold, or: The far wall
At sunset tonight, the Jewish New Year begins; it ends at sunset two days later. As such, I will not be blogging for ~49 hours, and I will have to play 'catch up' with my online poetry community on Tuesday night. (Of course, I will schedule some blog posts in advance of the holiday.) Honestly,… Continue reading Happy Jewish New Year
Poetry Partners #94 'The Shiver of Time', by A. J. Wilson of 'Let's Write...' opening the window I witness existence the vast expanse of sky overwhelms me maneuvering new passageways to its outer limits I am contained by its immensity blown fiercely luminous through the journals of space cover me in the blanket of time… Continue reading Space, or: Time
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