A Garland Cinquain soft down over sunlight noble snowy owl soars white citrus cotton candy skies easeful glaciers in bleached silence glide through foamy white caps sportive belugas vocalize play tag chubby still harp seal pup blends into vast snowbank defenseless in mother's absence wide-eyed arctic hare races past watchful for predators white winter coat… Continue reading Soft down, or: Ermine
A haibun 'No man is an island' must be one of the most well-known clichés in the book. I mean, sure, it's fundamentally true in a technical sense - almost no person on Earth is entirely self-sufficient when it comes to the food (s)he eats or the clothing (s)he wears. But something so resoundingly self-evident… Continue reading No man, or: Eucalyptus
A haibun Summer is a time for picnics, and, therefore, a time for verdant, shady spots. There's something heavenly about lying on a blanket sheltered under the broad, leafy limbs of a friendly tree, delighting in the blossom scented breeze. For families with children or children at heart, such experiences are simply a must. midsummer… Continue reading Cheeks flush, or: Smiles flash
A Waltz Wave An ekphrastic poem there stands 'tween sky and earth, amidst lush treetops, his muscled legs rooted 'neath heaven's soft cotton quilt, watchful, one intent upon the capture of living grace #TankaTuesday Click for full size The above Waltz Wave was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt. Poets were prompted to… Continue reading Sky, or: Earth
Butterfly Cinquain one rent butterfly wing cripples more severely than a hominid's broken leg; it's more akin to a torn, struggling heart that beats impotently in desperate flutters #TankaTuesday The above butterfly cinquain was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt. Poets were prompted to employ this particular poetic form, which Colleen explains.
A limerick Yes ~ true. There was a time that I thought ~ Global warming made me feel hot ~ It sizzled my brains to a crisp ~ From my ears wafted gray wisps ~ That was the day I lost the plot!
A Garland Cinquain ablaze gaseous fireball millions of degrees gigantic nuclear furnace brings life chirp, chirp streaks of feathers soar and catch the sunlight along with insects for their young alight lemons ripe, luscious fruit vivid citrine gems sway fleshy, mature, rich, flavorsome heavy tree hole busy beehive hexagonal pattern molten syrupy honey drips teeming… Continue reading Molten, or: Ablaze
Poetry Partners #80 'The wonders of the world', a poem by Sarah Cope of 'My Endometriosis Story' The clouds barrel into the pools of blue, crashing into golden sunlight streaks piercing through the sky, A canvas of colour full of shades you cannot clarify, As it floats by just above the likes of you and… Continue reading Privilege, or: Responsibility
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