A golden shovel in blank verse EPIGRAPH: I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.Desert Snow, Jim Harrison (1937 – 2016) Left alone to my own devices, I oft ponder beyondering, though I don't dare wander past the edges of we-know before twilight. O, Sun, I wonder what, while watching… Continue reading Death, or: Beyondering
My 2nd Palindrome poem Why is poetry magical Written absorbingly such that Wonder comes forth -BAM- We are utterly consumed Self-indulgently reading while Questioning wordsmiths leaves Broad-mindedness unchecked Poets manipulate thoughts Creativity thriving inspiring Despite that ~ -Confusion- ~ That despite Inspiring thriving creativity Thoughts manipulate poets Unchecked broad-mindedness Leaves wordsmiths questioning While reading self-indulgently… Continue reading Despite, or: Because of confusion
An American sentence: Does time spent on verse innately imbue it with properties of art? What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt… Continue reading Tick, or: Tock
An American sentence: What percentage of words in any given sentence convey meaning? What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing… Continue reading Percentage, or: Interest
Stop asking, for I'll answer you, extending pliant boundaries, embellishing fresh memories; vast worlds and words to be construed Power and pain, born both of truth, yearned after through the centuries; discerning eyes may peer beneath; all want to know -but then they do Reality shan't be eschewed, enticed, youths' curiosities; wishing to know His… Continue reading Thicker than blood, or: Bugaboo
An Alouette Can you feel the love Tonight, high above These starlit skies? It is mine And yours, ours both, for It's our shared growth, or Perhaps it's fierce force (divine?)... Who knows? Not I. Do You? I once wooed you; Now, together, one and two, Thus entwined, we pull At each other, full Of… Continue reading Yours, mine, or: Divine?
Free verse, free verse, getcher free verse! Tomorrow it'll cost ye! Straight outta the oven! Yes, Ma'am! 'ere ye go, Ma'am! Oh, yes, Sir! We've been in the guild fer fi... no... make it six generations in consonance with our family's standards... Th-the vow, Sir? O-of course, Sir, b-by 'eart, Sir! I do solemnly vow,… Continue reading Baked, or: Wry humor
My 2nd rondelet Is poetry My faith, rather than Judaism? Is poetry More to me than mere poesy? Each verse, every form ~ a new prism... Poetry is my bridge, not schism ~ Is poetry. P.S. This post was scheduled in advance because I am offline for two days (between sunset on Monday and sunset… Continue reading Prism, or: Schism