A 'Waltz Wave' poem to catch, let a- lone grasp the purpose of life is fruitless; insights pop upon contact, each little droplet burst- ing in- to innu- mera- ble ide- as What Do You See #189 For WDYS, Sadje offers us this image by Geetanjal Khana (Unsplash) of a hand, palm up, with a… Continue reading To catch, or: Just drop it
Scythe, or: Scalpel
Poetry Partners #186 A poem by Thomas Kutzli of 'remainsoftheday' EPIGRAPH: As a nation, we are dreadfully impressed by noise. The loud and compelling, even if the blatant, is sure to attract our attention. -Amy Lowell (1874 – 1925) The table black and shiny Moiré in your eyes And this constant humming An invisible ship?… Continue reading Scythe, or: Scalpel
Breaking dawn, or: Breaking down
The Myth of Sisyphus, or: What does it all mean?
A Gogyohka end my life adopt a belief system fabricate personal meaning face the absurdity with defiance let amused fascination light the dark Gogyōka? Five lines, but exceptionally may have four or six; Each line consists of one phrase with a line-break after each phrase or breath; No restraint on numbers of words or syllables;… Continue reading The Myth of Sisyphus, or: What does it all mean?
REBLOG: ‘Strolling through a Poem’ by Michele Lee
Poem: In the mystical mist vision is limited but the possibilities are endless The mist whispers the promise of poets who scribble furiously and endlessly lines that give meaning to living and dying The lovers breathe it in every molecule, a thousand poetry collections every inhale, a tsunami of emotions Merging and morphing blending and… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Strolling through a Poem’ by Michele Lee
Size, or: What matters
An American sentence: What is the smallest component of a poem that conveys meaning? What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that… Continue reading Size, or: What matters
Promise, or: Purpose
Poetry Partners #151 'Ride the Chaos', a poem by Tanmay Philip of 'Blog inVERSE' There was a time When I eagerly lapped up The teachings of Gurus, preachers Spiritual masters Searching for Truth and grace Magic and meaning There was a time I breathed in their smoke Until I choked Seeing visions Born from asphyxiation… Continue reading Promise, or: Purpose
I’m choosing to fail at Twitter
Success on any social media platform, including a blogging platform like WordPress, requires building relationships with other users. Here, on WordPress, where I am very active, I have formed warm relationships with other writers around the world; but on Twitter, where I don't engage much with others, I have failed to do so. That's why… Continue reading I’m choosing to fail at Twitter
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