Poetry Partners #1 A poem by Murisopsis of 'A Different Perspective' I carry a heavy burden Everyone I’ve ever met sits Friend and enemy alike crowded on my back I wish I could shed them Wiggle out of this skin Snagged on adversity And leave them behind Be free enough to fly Even so They… Continue reading Snake, or: Feathered Serpent
no doors in walls to Keep out fear just: Look and See, but no walls there... once structures, now Convulsing lines there's Is, there's Was, less timeless rhymes no what, no I, but only Am Am Flail for textures; Whisper, "damn..." unbearable, Am's Feels Are Galled Walled in, Crawling, no space at all! nouns swiftly… Continue reading Am, Are, or: Always
An Alouette You might nurture this, Though some would dismiss It: "Unworthy, consuming Sustenance needed By sundry seeded..." That are already blooming. Come, please water it, Give it just a bit Of attention and support. Should this come to wilt, Imagine the guilt... The dry, withered words of dirt. The Alouette This form was created… Continue reading Wither, or: Whither?
An Alouette Can you feel the love Tonight, high above These starlit skies? It is mine And yours, ours both, for It's our shared growth, or Perhaps it's fierce force (divine?)... Who knows? Not I. Do You? I once wooed you; Now, together, one and two, Thus entwined, we pull At each other, full Of… Continue reading Yours, mine, or: Divine?
My 2nd Alouette Oft, I underrate My own some-day fate... Feeling I'm here for my child, Hoping to bequeath Firm blade for her sheath, Of many insights compiled. I'm mostly of thoughts And abandoned soughts, Verses my greatest pleasure. I pen ever more, Hoping that before End, she's sure of her measure. The Alouette This… Continue reading Be for, or: Before
An Alliterisen Perhaps prayer will work for her Some find wise worshipful words can comfort Whereas worship doesn't do much magic for cynical skeptics, surely she can connect? Should her heart's flowing fantasies supply solace, then that's splendid The Alliterisen The Alliterisen (Complex and Rhyming), a form created by Udit Bhatia, is a simple seven-lined poem… Continue reading Closer, or: Generations
I'm totally boasting My daughter now reads pages of Pippi Longstocking in English (which my amazing mother brought her from the USA) that I have not yet read to her. And when I read to her from this book, she likes to take over and read parts of it herself - parts that she is… Continue reading My daughter’s English
A kyrielle I drop her off and collect her; Daily, you can see us walking; For me, all those walks are a blur... My child is constantly talking! I have given up on thinking; Her voice my every thought's blocking; Feels like waking after drinking... My child is constantly talking! I love her more than… Continue reading Sweet, sweet, or: Silence