A 'Drabble' The alliance between the stepsisters, different as night and day, was forged when Francesca softly followed Giulia into her bedroom and hugged her weeping younger sister. "There, there, dear… Let's clean you up." That night, cupping her tea tightly in her hands, the anxious teen confided in her more confident stepsister, the gregarious… Continue reading Stormy day
A haibun wet sidewalks glisten languages rush as tourists eschew umbrellas We arrived for a week's vacation in Budapest this evening, and I find the city lovely- certainly very, very vibrant. Of course, that's because we've rented an apartment in the city center, putting us right in the middle of all the action. The weather… Continue reading Budapest, or: First impressions
A 'haibun' bus stop offers shade ten minute sunny spring walk less than appealing In another week or two, by my estimates, my mornings will be less confusing. However, even as recently as two weeks ago, the skies in Jerusalem opened up and water rushed through the ill-prepared streets. Then, even when it wasn't raining,… Continue reading Ten, or: Twelve minutes
A Sijo lumpy gastropod blankets stretched across rain-beaten stones; foolish innocents upon pavement, grass too wet to travel; crushed shell fragments smeared in raw snail flesh shatter children's innocence. Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause… Continue reading Innocents, or: Age of innocence
A Sijo together, we paint the sky from India to Israel; we uncover colors unknown in the rainbow's array; these brilliant raindrops we dance through sparkle with affection's hues Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause… Continue reading Together, we paint the sky, or: Uncover colors unknown
Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly. -Ambrose Bierce (1842 – 1914) This last week has been the rainiest week this winter in Jerusalem, as I more or less expected. The pattern of recent years seems to be that winter spends all of December and January battling autumn for dominance… Continue reading Mothers feeling chilly
A 'kouta' poem raindrops splatter rat-a-tat pitter-patter upon wood soft tittering turns my head "Good night, Abba'chka*." *What my daughter calls me Kouta? 4 lines (an occasional 5th line may appear); A stand alone poem but often is accompanied by other Koutas with the same theme; Syllabic: variable odd numbered syllable lengths, the most common… Continue reading Pitter, or: Patter
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?
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