A haibun Last week, unexpectedly, I had the privilege of participating in a two-day public speaking training. The workshop was intended for a limited number of fundraising employees who directly interact with donors, which definitely does not include the writing team. However, as one of my colleagues was unable to participate due to unfortunate health… Continue reading Opportunity, or: Onus
The endless watch
The plump moon was concealed, blanketed by the thick night clouds, but the area around his park bench was bright enough beneath the glow of the midnight streetlights. Uriel stared down at the delicate flowers in his hand. Renewal. Humans simply didn't know how good they had it. This newest assignment was considered quite prestigious,… Continue reading The endless watch
Corridor, or: Every door along the way
A sijo gifted- descriptors; concepts; sounds; by mere virtue of heritage; informed by interlacing souls, extending young mind's limits; constraints crumble before my child; now- she carries the gift Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains… Continue reading Corridor, or: Every door along the way
Returned home, or: Evolves away
The courage, or: The patience
A 'Waltz Wave' life offers por- tals, though most lead us nowhere; we must have not merely bravery 'nough to go through but the will, indeed- deep patience, to keep try- ing new ones ‘What do you see’ Prompt #164 The 'waltz wave' poem above was written for Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt. Sadje offers us… Continue reading The courage, or: The patience
100 Poetry Partners!
Milestone: Poetry Partners I have posted 101 Poetry Partnerships as of this morning. My intention has been (and remains) to give priority to poets with whom I have not yet collaborated, but I accidentally responded to two separate poems by one particular poet, which brings my current total to 101, rather than 100. Feel free… Continue reading 100 Poetry Partners!
Unlock, or: Transform
A riddle poem The merest glimpse and passion's born; this essence belies any scorn. Come morning, brims again, renewed. The day is ours to see it through. d'Verse prompt: Guess right or be devoured At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to write riddles in the form of poems. The idea of making riddles into verse is… Continue reading Unlock, or: Transform
Invitation, or: Poetry Partners
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog We could alternate words or lines, Forming poems, both thine and mine. Thus entwined, what could we birth? Sounds, syllables, inspiring verse ~ Hearts in union cynics disperse. Let's converse, two of one earth. 'Poetry Partners' This poem is in honor of the new 'Poetry Partners' initiative at the Skeptic's Kaddish. I'm… Continue reading Invitation, or: Poetry Partners
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