Shoots, or: Leaves

A shadorma I tell my self it's not black and white but know that breathing space is nonnegotiable for my creative Processes; resignedly I strip leaves a way... countless interactions till I can just panda a bit Poetry prompts Twiglets #327 breathing space d'Verse poetics: Acting like animals! At d'Verse, we are encouraged to "verb"… Continue reading Shoots, or: Leaves

Work to live, or: Live to work

Two 'Shadorma' poems in a 'Cleave' the effortit takes meto transport myselffar enough awayto escapefrom this stresschallengesmy innerfaithful ideals of achild freely dancing, sure ofPapa's commitmentlove and full support How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem. Read the right hand poem as a second discrete… Continue reading Work to live, or: Live to work

Soup of clouds, or: Slip into fancies

A Shadorma soup of clouds spills shade on bushes, splatters rocks; legs slow to sweet luxurious saunter ~ slip into fancies Tanka Tuesday For Tanka Tuesday, Colleen encourages poets to pen shadormas using three to five of the words from the following list: scale fish month soup smile sticks slave property songs bushes rock disease… Continue reading Soup of clouds, or: Slip into fancies

Prefix, or: Excursus

A 'Garland' Shadorma please don't pre- empt your conception of thorny ideas before taking a moment to reflect on them do you con- tend you can under- take the most difficult challenges put before you? what of poetry? challenging for people to with- stand all con- tradictions put before them on journeys from birth to… Continue reading Prefix, or: Excursus

Tomorrow, or: Never say never

A Shadorma yesterday most of Israel was on strike; leaving work, I passed parents and little children protesting this morning, despite warm sunshine and soft breeze wafting through my window, I feel worried, wary and worn out #TankaTuesday For Tanka Tuesday, Colleen has prompted us to write syllabic poems inspired by the view outside our… Continue reading Tomorrow, or: Never say never

Stark outlines, or: Shades of gray

A 'Garland' Shadorma shades of gray blur the world entire; even once stark outlines become fuzzier each day; everything is one what constructs separate people that one can't unravel with open-minded, earnest receptivity? surrounded daily by others, observe them; see yourself in their struggles and triumphs; wisdom in caring biases simplify our lives; reflecting honestly… Continue reading Stark outlines, or: Shades of gray

Mezuzah, or: The doorposts of thy house

A Shadorma I recall the scribe's quill pressing into me; marking me with holy Torah verses- ancient passages I recall being left to dry; then rolled up; plastic wrapped; inserted into a case; taken to my home I recall being affixed to the doorpost; to observe all the comings and goings of my family I… Continue reading Mezuzah, or: The doorposts of thy house