Generations, or: Learnings

Poetry Partners #154 'Generations', a poem by Cassa Bassa of 'Flicker of Thoughts' The children left home for the city neon lights Faces filled with endless enthusiasm Brushed off sandburs that caught on their jeans Covered tree scratched wrists with tailored shirts The bell birds by the river sang their farewell They never looked back… Continue reading Generations, or: Learnings

Whipped, or: Left lying

A sijo I spattered my armchair with ink, one of countless thoughtless actions; Older now, I'm more mindful, still nursing regrets from my youth; For ink, I whipped a pen around, cap left lying on my desk. Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total… Continue reading Whipped, or: Left lying

Voices, or: Choices

A sijo rocking, blanketed on the porch, misty eyes drawn to weak light; motes flicker in dappled sunset; screened-in memories flutter; voices reverberate through caverns; shake up clouds of old regrets 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… Continue reading Voices, or: Choices

French, or: Arabic

A 'Bref Double' I took French for seven years in school; Now I remember very little of it. As an adult, I studied Arabic - Flushing what remained from my brain. The brain can rust like any other tool; That's something Papa liked to tell me. "Practice if you want something to stick." My seven years… Continue reading French, or: Arabic

August, or: Undignified

A limerick She never once thought to weigh or refuse.O, she so glowed when we traded I do's!Ours was ~ a sweet summer night ~~ blanketed in soft, silky moonlight ~Still, ever since then, it's that August she rues! d'Verse poetics prompt: Sometimes August isnโ€™t recognized At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to write poems about… Continue reading August, or: Undignified

First light, or: The rolling fog

From the divan, she could barely make out first light through the rolling fog in her head; rising, she shivered, instinctually pulling the strap of her cotton chemise up over her shoulder; glancing at her reflection in the cheval glass mirror. She cringed at smeared makeup and red wine stains, noting the confetti sparkling in… Continue reading First light, or: The rolling fog

The Marianne, or: Form verses creativity

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Marianne, or: Form verses creativity