A pantoum Car crashed sailing along dreamway Wheels spun around through misty breeze Hark! He heard panicked krill swarms say Ducking, dropped down to hands and knees Wheels spun around through misty breeze Whipped drops of water slapped his face Ducking, dropped down to hands and knees Wreckage, much needed hiding place Whipped drops of… Continue reading Car crash, or: Sea Monster
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #20: Wea’ve Written Weekly
A pantoum We remember remembering the past Dreaming of ourselves dreaming of the future Just now, we may have experienced something Seems dreams leave very strong impressions Dreaming of ourselves dreaming of the future Remembering vivid dreams we didn't have Seems dreams leave very strong impressions We are of impressions and sensations Remembering vivid dreams… Continue reading Remember, or: Dream
Poetry Partners #58 'Deep Scars', a Pantoum by Reena Saxena of 'Reena Saxena' the yellow liquid boiling inside me it's made of many repressed blues red rage that despised me boils inside the pungent brew it's made of many repressed blues blood stains and a purple scar boils inside the pungent brew a remnant of… Continue reading Deep scars, or: From deep within
Poetry Partners #16 A blitz poem by Kunjal of 'Duo Disseminators' Come now. Come quick. Quick child. Quick to pick. Pick your will. Pick cheap. Cheap racket. Cheap thrill Thrill ride. Thrills in count. Count anything. Count everything. Everything is much. Everything busts. Bust sale. Bust on picks. Pick there. Pick and steal! Steal from… Continue reading Fast, or: Furious
A pantoum Thick smoke rings wafted through the steam Small silver spoon stirred dark Earl Grey Night clouds and hopes lit by moonbeam Recurring thoughts began to fray Small silver spoon stirred dark Earl Grey Gnarled finger clutched by digits slim Recurring thoughts began to fray Wise, pale blue eyes could not see him Gnarled… Continue reading Hopes, or: Smoke rings
Pantoum this ~ must be of eight lines Order plain in rhythm and rhyme Play as one, none ahead, nor behind Obey they none other than ~ time Order plain in rhythm and rhyme Each and ev'ry moment ~ divine Obey they none other than ~ time Ever turning, together entwined Each and ev'ry moment… Continue reading Conception, or: Reality?
'Endings / beginnings', a d'Verse prompt More than anything else, I simply wanted her to be okay after Papa died Though it seems rather unpoetic and prosaic to me looking back at it Of course that is what I would have wanted for Mama; and for all of us Losing one parent so tragically would… Continue reading America, or: Jerusalem