Poetry Partners #107 A poem by Tarlie Francis of 'Bless Me this Morning' Tears Mingle with the drizzled rain, Washing away the pain, Again, and again; As memories of you, Fade away with my youth, To a remote corner Of my essential being. Bless Me this Morning: https://blessmethismorning.wordpress.com/ An Emmett by ben Alexander of ‘The… Continue reading Again, and again, or: How, how, how?
A Waltmarie In five American Sentences The young man climbed up to the roof in the raging storm, feeling groovy. Hooting and hollering, his friends cheered him on, as he started to dance. Skipping and jumping along the roof's edge, he kept his balance, but just. Sadly, the speed of his wild pirouettes was more… Continue reading Feeling groovy, or: Peer pressure
Poetry Partners #68 'a lining of silver', a poem by Jeff Flesch of 'Develop. Inspire. Transform.' I sit atop a tower, looking down at the flowers briar, calling to me at all hours it is beauty seen in the myriad contours and folds of life’s road — gold and shining in the afternoon sun, watching… Continue reading A lining of silver, or: A heart of gold
A magnetic sijo created with Magnetic Nature Poetry kit season of beautiful cold stone winter clouding gentle spring light dawn sunshine blanket over dark rocks fertile earth wet with bloom life follows path of moon cycle listen to her ancient song 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #2 Ronovan encourages poets to write sijos that… Continue reading Beautiful cold stone, or: Dawn sunshine blanket
A magnetic sijo created with Original Magnetic Poetry kit wind blows live blues mist spray languid music plays over diamond lake rainstorm rock symphony pounds through waters in a lather delirious, she moans with lust in sweaty dreams swims aching 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #1 Ronovan encourages poets to write sijos that include… Continue reading Blues mist spray, or: Rainstorm rock symphony
Even the cassava crop was dying. The colony couldn't last much longer. "Jack…" "No! She's too capricious!" "We've no choice! We must perform the ritual… Look… I'll… get the umbrella." Jack sighed, removed his clothing, and followed Isaac, now also naked and holding the umbrella. "Oh, Holy One," they intoned, "Please grant your playthings rain…"… Continue reading Naked and holding the umbrella
A Waltz wave poem gray over- cast heavens; my daughter believes God's crying up above Jerusalem and wonders why God gets so sad during the autumn and winter months Waltz wave? a one-stanza poem;nineteen lines; each line has a set number of syllables;the pattern is: 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1;words may be split into syllables to fit the pattern;this… Continue reading Rain, or: Shine
Poetry Partners #28 'A Song of Raindrops' by Gillena Cox of 'Verses' Sing a song of raindrops, falling on flower petals, some refusing to leave, cause happiness is not a roll off task.If you got hold of it and can't drink it, still, hold it, and keep it like precious pearls, for as long as.… Continue reading Pitter patter, or: Lullaby