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

Never, or: Their wildest dreams

A kyrielle Through bedroom window, warm breeze blew. Deposited by lush forest, They floated at the threshold to Magic realm where tall trees chorused. Before them, floated small canoe... Carried them to shimmering lake. They floated at the threshold to Stars mirrored in ripples opaque. Upwards, then higher, on they flew. As threads of heavens… Continue reading Never, or: Their wildest dreams