A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas bodiless unrestrainedfloating up above by sick fleshlinessobserving what had beenwith clear-eyed consciousnessunderstanding life's veiled truths apprehending past misstepsone ought feel ashamed of a careless life How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem. Read the right hand… Continue reading Free-floating, or: Fleshliness
A sijo I am not more motivated, nor am I happier; The anxiety medication is clearly working well; I can soberly observe my flaws better than ever before 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 near… Continue reading The calm, or: The storm
Poetry Partners #123 'My Eyes', a 'Quadrille' (44 words) by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris of 'Gypsie's Writings, Musings, Quotes & Poetry' Laying alone in my recliner hard to move now My eyes see everything yet my eyes see nothing at all Vivid memories bombard my mind while I can’t remember what day it is Still my… Continue reading My eyes, or: My true self
Poetry Partners #117 'The Real Me', a poem by Hadizat Motherconfessor I munch burgers of creativity, I don't care. I give credit, I don't hate. I fiddle with the nipples of life, I don't stick. I pay serving waitress, I don't free. I sail ocean distress. I am bullet; I harm! I don't kill. Hadizat… Continue reading The real deal, or: The rizzle dizzle
An American Sentence: Papa's death led to my self-actualization as a writer. Another American Sentence I dare say Papa would be proud at how I've changed my life since he died. A third American Sentence I find myself writing less and less about Papa as days go by. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor… Continue reading His death, or: My life
A limerick On my frail days, life's a whale of a fail. Basic emails weigh like heavy travails. Raising up grail of peace, I can't avail of release, for, ailed and pale, I forget to exhale. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #130 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken by Matt Barringer) as inspiration for writers… Continue reading Frail days, or: Whelming
An American sentence: How much of yourself have you given up to belong? Was it worth it? 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.… Continue reading How much, or: Yourself
Sevenling (At twenty) At twenty, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life; at thirty, I was excited to pursue my dreams; at forty, I felt broken. At twenty, I was studying engineering in college; at thirty, I was studying Torah in Israel; at forty, I studied my belly button. Fifty?… Continue reading Just a number? or: Late to my party
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