Mothers feeling chilly

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

Cords of cold, or: Winter feasts

Senryū when the cords of cold outdoors ensnare the outcasts winter feasts on flesh d'Verse poetics: The blizzard of the self At d'Verse, Sanaa encourages us to become the embodiment of winter. What do you feel during this season? Describe a typical January day. Feel free to go dark and philosophical... Senryū? Senryū is a… Continue reading Cords of cold, or: Winter feasts

Fall athwart, or: Land

A "Waltz Wave" poem fall blanket fall across brush, branches backyards fall athwart those mighty sovereign mountains with down of welkin fall autumn to winter and fall fall perceived land #TankaTuesday This week, for Tanka Tuesday, Colleen encourages us to write syllabic poems inspired by this photo by her friend, and photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt. “We… Continue reading Fall athwart, or: Land

Mating, or: Migration

A poem in the 'Zen' style Still leaves hang in the warm, breezeless urban winter; Rushing traffic swooshes past, horns quack in migration; Stroking bearded chin I rest motionless but for my hand; Letters clamor in my head, hatching new expressions. d'Verse poetry prompt This piece of Zen poetry was written for today's d'Verse poetry… Continue reading Mating, or: Migration

Snow boots, or: Sandals

A limerick Stubborn, I flout those "cold weather blues". What? Snow boots? Nay, I must refuse! In fact, if you must know, Those footprints in the snow Were made sandaled, for I eschew shoes! d'Verse poetics prompt: Come sing with me! At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to use at least two of the following wintry… Continue reading Snow boots, or: Sandals

Seas, or: Sees

"When does winter begin?" my seven-year-old asks me this evening. "Well," I smile, "technically, it starts in December, which is just around the corner." Funny thing is, she already knows this - but she likes to talk just for the sake of talking; and she likes to get others talking too. The on-again-off-again rains in… Continue reading Seas, or: Sees

Dawn, or: Twilight

A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas tall, frosted windows reflecting dawn’s rays as the horizon lights up deep purple morning glories under cotton clouds opening to rain marking the autumn season harbinger of winter chill look upon a dull, brown world spelling tender petals' ends How to read a Cleave poem? Simply:… Continue reading Dawn, or: Twilight

Subtle airy chill, or: Nipples poke fabric

A 'Troiku' subtle airy chill her bare midriff draws glances taut muscles pull leash subtle airy chill drifts through my half-closed window rosy cheeks outside midriff draws glances tiny goosebumps on tanned skin nipples poke fabric taut muscles pull leash fastened to small dog's jacket oh- Autumn's arrived #TankaTuesday For Tanka Tuesday, hosted by Colleen… Continue reading Subtle airy chill, or: Nipples poke fabric