My 1st Catena rondo Child claps hands at age-old fable Pulsing auroras glimmer bright Silent abyss-eyes consume light Child claps hands at age-old fable Pulsing auroras glimmer bright Faint swish with it brings eerie chill Sentinels sleep against their will Pulsing auroras glimmer bright Faint swish with it brings eerie chill Faithfully, distant church bells… Continue reading Pulsing auroras, or: Child claps
My 1st Rimas Dissolutas Imagine words bypassed your brain like a foreign language, their sounds pounding upon your heart. Pretend you've no idea what I mean; or maybe you don't have to. Could I convey pleasure and pain; make you feel the crushing weight of my baggage; paint words upon the page like art, transfix… Continue reading Nortul lernapog deen, or: Ov iddage
Poetry Partners #21 'bird & bat', a poem by Shay Simmons of 'Shay's Word Garden' bird and bat both claimed the sky and each to that element kept-- except one by day and the other by night, in nest or cave where they slept. bird had no fur, and so to keep warm began to… Continue reading Infinitesimal pipe, or: Night song of the breeze
A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos firm, familiar keys clacking images stinging sweat drips from the brow inner eye unblinking giving in to riffing rhythm therein thrilling in little ripples rivulets revealing sound suffuses syllables so smoothly euphony feels soft and sure cacophony quite crisp words rife with densely packaged symbolism hissing out… Continue reading Musketeers, or: Rapier
My 1st Alliterisen Consider consonants for just a mere moment Mouths move; the pharynx, phonal, is an articulator So too, there's the velum, which the tongue touches The hard palate, plainly, has a curvy, smooth surface And, also, there's an alveolar ridge Then there's the tongue tip, blade, front, back and root as well The… Continue reading Articulators, or: Above the larynx
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