Signs, or: Symbols

A Choka can't blame the agent station's hummin' right as rain can't blame the porter jus' followin' instructions can't blame the switchman he's professional as they come can't blame the driver timely, uneventful ride gotta blame myself shoulda checked the track number shoulda noticed the sunset Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Signs, or: Symbols

Fallen apple, or: Tree

A Choka Punch-drunk love sours to white wine vinegar over years, as tensions spike at home... voices drip acid upon the floor tiles... brother and sister tripping over themselves in familiar apprehension... their little feet, hearts pounding the stairs to safety... "F**k!" He raises the bottle. Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Fallen apple, or: Tree

My eyes, or: My true self

Poetry Partners #123 'My Eyes', a 'Quadrille' (44 words) by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris of 'Gypsie's Writings, Musings, Quotes & Poetry' Laying alone in my recliner hard to move now My eyes see everything yet my eyes see nothing at all Vivid memories bombard my mind while I can’t remember what day it is Still my… Continue reading My eyes, or: My true self

Mornings, or: White nights

A Choka Petersburg aflame through oppressive lucent nights bedeviled blinds blush under summer's endless stare morning alarms blare hour hands gesture haplessly at lit horizons hours indistinguishable internal clocks spin irreparably broken blankets cover eyes heads pound unforgivingly sleep irregular dream sequences liquefied molten white reality Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Mornings, or: White nights

Generation, or: Conception

A Choka a letdown for him yet one more disappointment my shitty longhand he noted nonchalantly had much concerned him before he had concluded my generation needed but know how to type my shitty longhand would not be an obstacle like some of my other traits Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Generation, or: Conception

For sale, or: For sail

A Quadrille I kanot spel but wish I cud cuz pon buying this bote of wud, kleerly, I miss-red the sale sine, thinking the hole thing wud be mine! Now... teknikly, the hole thing IS. As reparemen say in ther biz... "Duh! thats why its leeking!" ‘What do you see’ Prompt #138 For Sadje’s weekly… Continue reading For sale, or: For sail

Not in Random Access Memory, or: Deeper

A quadrille too slow force reboot wait; log in again defrag your hard drive sit; hands upon your head eyes closed; run the algorithm browse through those docs and jpgs it's in you; not in random access memory elsewhere; deeper; older; ah! click that folder cry ‘What do you see’ Prompt #136 For Sadje’s weekly… Continue reading Not in Random Access Memory, or: Deeper

Evening shimmers, or: Twilight eyelids

A Quadrille in the form of a Haibun The ancient Sages of the Talmud taught: Fire is one-sixtieth of hellfire; honey, one-sixtieth of manna; the Sabbath, one-sixtieth of the 'World to Come'; sleep, one-sixtieth of death; and a dream, one-sixtieth of prophecy. sunlight hours lengthen evenings aglow with shimmers twilight eyelids droop d’Verse Quadrille #152… Continue reading Evening shimmers, or: Twilight eyelids