A Cleave poem In the form of two haiku chameleon eyes independently mobile with three-sixty arcs cast images upon the brain all-seeing these two chameleon eyes How to read a Cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem. Read the right hand poem as a second discrete poem. Read the… Continue reading Here, there, or: Everywhere
On the momentous occasion, the youth nearly floundered before her humble hut but, shaking, managed to present Elder Aric with the fern leaf. "Greetings, Elder… Vedia offers tribute… We honor our roots." This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #238; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'flounder'; Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'roots';… Continue reading We honor our roots
A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas tall, frosted windows reflecting dawn’s rays as the horizon lights up deep purple morning glories under cotton clouds opening to rain marking the autumn season harbinger of winter chill look upon a dull, brown world spelling tender petals' ends How to read a Cleave poem? Simply:… Continue reading Dawn, or: Twilight
A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas thick heavy droplets cloudy, directionless the sun pulls up its blanket glowing with pigeon grey light weary, reluctant hazy horizon cozies upon bed of snow making dreams of distant trees covering the sleepy realms humanity cannot see How to read a Cleave poem? Simply: Read the… Continue reading Dreaming, or: Foggy
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. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #158 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration… Continue reading Past the garden threshold, or: The far wall
A 'Minute Poem' The sun-Bleached porch is where She sits; Ripples transmit Forbidden Words; Sea-sounds; pert Birds; She gazes up at Haze Of blue; Love soars forth true; Solitude reigns Among sand Grains; And~ Locked away treasures Of shells Guarded by swells; God's Artless art Unlocks the Heart; “I gaze at circling gulls in a… Continue reading The White Beach Hut, or: Normans Bay
Poetry Partners #136 'Leaf Expression', a poem by Mary Anne Abdo of 'Blue Stained Glass' Wondering through the forest. I follow blue that turns into auburn, orange and gold. Leaves falling carpeting the woodland floor below. My steps are imprinting a trail for those to follow. An eerie silence is broken by autumn winds. As… Continue reading Expressions, or: Last hurrahs
In spite of an unusually warm delay, autumn arrived with a chilly bluster, and Mrs. Pomeroy quickly moved her non-hardy citrus trees indoors, away from the dropping nighttime temperatures. However disappointed, Buttercup knew not to waste time bemoaning the absence of her beloved mandarins; she needed a viable energy source to get through winter. Minutes… Continue reading An unusually chilly bluster
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