REBLOG: ‘Seize the day’ by Britta Benson

Poem: You, seize the day, if you please, and forgive my concerns regarding your eager search for purpose. I need a minimum of eight hours sleep! Am not available, at 4am. I admire your rigour. And then, I roll over. I have a dream waiting for me. So, yes, seize the day, if you please,… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Seize the day’ by Britta Benson

Strumming duvet chords, or: Pounding drums of war

Poetry Partners #105 'Sleep's Oasis', a shadorma by Suzette Benjamin of 'Suzette B's Blog' sleep's oasis strumming duvet chords eyelids quiver, their arrows looting rem from dreams sonorous shofar Suzette B's Blog: https://suzetteb.home.blog/ A shadorma by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ chambers pulse pounding drums of war nightmare leaps tramples down bedridden by dark… Continue reading Strumming duvet chords, or: Pounding drums of war

Orange lights, or: Testy pedestrians

A haibun I can sleep through almost anything, which is a useful talent to have because our apartment faces a major Jerusalem artery, noisy with traffic, as did our previous apartment. During the day, we are beset by vehicles blaring their horns, as well as the occasional car accident; at night, joyriders rev their engines… Continue reading Orange lights, or: Testy pedestrians

Evening shimmers, or: Twilight eyelids

A Quadrille in the form of a Haibun The ancient Sages of the Talmud taught: Fire is one-sixtieth of hellfire; honey, one-sixtieth of manna; the Sabbath, one-sixtieth of the 'World to Come'; sleep, one-sixtieth of death; and a dream, one-sixtieth of prophecy. sunlight hours lengthen evenings aglow with shimmers twilight eyelids droop d’Verse Quadrille #152… Continue reading Evening shimmers, or: Twilight eyelids

The Tritina, 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 Tritina, or: Form verses creativity

Parenthood, or: Empathy

A 'Minute Poem' "Please!" she cries, "Just one minute more!" Child eyes implore. Firm, I insist, Though those eyes mist. "Turn off your tablet, or I will!" Bitter tears spill. She shuts it down ~ With sulky frown. "Tomorrow's school! You need to sleep! Come now, don't weep!" Soft, sweet lips pout... But it's lights… Continue reading Parenthood, or: Empathy

This, or: Every Sabbath

Sevenling (I am exhausted) I am exhausted because work kept me up late on Thursday night; my daughter couldn't fall asleep right away; and my wife was abroad. My wife is exhausted because she woke up very early to catch a plane on Friday morning; she'd worked long hours all week managing people in Eastern… Continue reading This, or: Every Sabbath