Poetry Partners #169 'Night of wonder', a poem by Angela of 'Poetisatinta' put art before self, seize a night of wonder for in this curious reality the woman kindles, touches, talks and wild thoughts melt in a silk dressing gown shredding particles of light. Poetisatinta: https://poetisatinta.wordpress.com/ A 'Shadorma' by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’… Continue reading Wild thoughts, or: Crumpled sheets
Poem: You, seize the day, if you please, and forgive my concerns regarding your eager search for purpose. I need a minimum of eight hours sleep! Am not available, at 4am. I admire your rigour. And then, I roll over. I have a dream waiting for me. So, yes, seize the day, if you please,… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Seize the day’ by Britta Benson
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 piece of Tanka Prose supine form in bed motionless, but for deep breaths eyelids flutter rapidly unmade choices lived again blank stare up at white ceiling I don’t take care of myself very well. My sleep schedule is ridiculously inconsistent; some nights I only sleep three hours; other nights, I may sleep for ten.… Continue reading Blank stare, or: Unmade choices
A piece of Tanka Prose stoic behind wheel multiple backseat drivers steel sky glints at dawn desert summer sears highways air conditioning cools heads This week, both yesterday and tomorrow, I am on site visits for work; and I am the designated driver. Yesterday's site visits were wonderful. It's inspirational to see some of the… Continue reading Steel sky, or: Desert summers
A haibun My new job at The Jewish Agency comes with lots of perks. When I was first offered the position, I was excited about having long-term job security; writing for a living; and working for a major Jewish organization that I'd long had an affinity for (my wife and I met in 2010 as… Continue reading Morning fog, or: Life insurance
A blues stanza Thursday night at my 'puter, watch'n skies brighten, Still at my 'puter when it start'n to brighten, I scowl t'ward the window as it lets tha light in. If I don' go to bed, I won' be getting no shut-eye, Too many nights I been getting no shut-eye, Tired in tha daytime...… Continue reading Aubade, or: Love requited
Poetry Partners #9 'Shiner', a poem by Eric Erb of 'erbiage' What do you mean you don’t know how to rise and shine? Every morning the sun shows you! Just be as you are The world will turn towards you Eric Erb: https://erbiage.wordpress.com/ An atom poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ sunup glaring… Continue reading Shiner, or: Lover
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