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A concrete quadrille burble whoosh STREAM trout turtle pebble THE swish turtle ripple crayfish AGAINST stonewort plankton algae GO bubble stonewort TO ripple rock snails rock TEND trout burble ripple ALWAYS I whoosh bulrushes REASON whoosh larvae SOME FOR crayfish splash BUT WHY crab KNOW DON’T I d'Verse The above free verse poem is my… Continue reading Go with the flow? or: Hardly
A sijo I've feelings I cannot describe \ and others I fear letting loose; the latter tend to dress themselves \ in the guise of the former; I could stick labels on them \ but could never pull them off. Power is domination, control, and therefore a very selective form of truth which is a… Continue reading Letting loose, or: Ceding control
A sijo While putting her to bed \ I often fall asleep from exhaustion; I'd rather remain awake \ to soak in night's boundlessness, but am bound by mortality \ and men's daily rhythms. I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.-Vincent van Gogh (1853 – 1890)… Continue reading Rhythms, or: Reality
A sijo The more I write, the less I believe \ in the supernatural when I am otherwise occupied. \ Nevertheless, I know I must continue writing \ given that it's so natural. When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could… Continue reading Preternatural, or: Continue
A sijo Must people be entertaining \ in order to be our friends or at least in order to become \ our friends when we meet them? I could pen some boring poetry \ but I don't want to know. The two enemies of human happiness are pain and boredom.-Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860)
A sijo If somebody were to meet me \ after reading my poetry and expect me to be clever \ I would feel like a great fake because it's merely sleight of mind \ but please don't quote me on that Cleverness is not wisdom.Euripides (c. 480 – c. 406 BCE)
A sijo Whenever I compose verses \ based on my perception of the truth, I'm always wondering \ whether they themselves are the ones creating \ the reality they're describing It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.-Mark Twain (1835-1910)
My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of naanis, which are only 4 lines and no more than 25 syllables long. For reasons I cannot identify, I was inspired to write this week's series about my six-year-old daughter... maybe… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 29
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