Soft down, or: Ermine

A Garland Cinquain soft down over sunlight noble snowy owl soars white citrus cotton candy skies easeful glaciers in bleached silence glide through foamy white caps sportive belugas vocalize play tag chubby still harp seal pup blends into vast snowbank defenseless in mother's absence wide-eyed arctic hare races past watchful for predators white winter coat… Continue reading Soft down, or: Ermine

Urban scarecrows, or: White plankton

'Neither Snow' by Billy Collins When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing the maw of an advancing whale. At least they looked that way to me from the taxi window, and since I happened to be sitting that fading Sunday afternoon in… Continue reading Urban scarecrows, or: White plankton

Sunshine, or: Carpe Diem

Poetry Partners #52 'Flakes of Destruction', a poem by Jan Beekman of 'janbeek' Sitting in the sunshine Shedding drop by drip The lonely little snow mound Was just a tiny clip Of the Christmas blizzard Shirtless joggers ran by Oblivious to the remnant Of a storm from angry sky Jan Beekman: https://janbeek.blog/ An acrostic poem… Continue reading Sunshine, or: Carpe Diem

In, or: Out

An American sentence in 10 words: Occasionally, I wonder which of my forebears was first exiled. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโ€™t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He… Continue reading In, or: Out

Slushy, or: Smoothie

An American sentence: Caked in uncommon, slushy snow, Jerusalem's worth photographing. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโ€™t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing the line… Continue reading Slushy, or: Smoothie

Truth, or: Dare

A free verse poem No choice, he figured. No bullets but the one in his leg. No windows, no noise, no smoke. No way of knowing, but he wouldn't survive outside in the snow. "Hey! Anybody in there? Hello? I need shelter! Anybody there?" No response. As he pain- fully limped his way a- round… Continue reading Truth, or: Dare

Vertical puddle, or: Snow

My first rispetto T'wards snow in Jerusalem I feel cold, Slip-sloshing through this dirty wet hassle; I'd much prefer to stay locked in my hold, Where I'm king of my dry, humble castle Israelites tend to find snow exciting, But my fingers feel stiff while I'm writing. Such commotion would a Russian befuddle ~ What's… Continue reading Vertical puddle, or: Snow