The bridge, or: The voice

A 'Bridges' poem Before me, one way to go; stone spread, long and straight. There, I uncertain linger, hand upon steel gate; An eerie scene. Fir trees dull grey, reflections black, pale bridge ghost white; Feel nary weak breeze waft... chest- straining, tight... 'Tis too serene. Somewhere, time-stopped stillness hints at love and loss; Turn… Continue reading The bridge, or: The voice

Darkness, or: Impenetrable

A dark limerick The life of the party, ol' Vivacious Viv, Would dance like she had no f**ks to give; But afterwards, her mood would fall; She'd slam into that tall, dark wall... Few knew that -daily- Viv had to choose to live. d'Verse poetics: Choice At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to craft poems in… Continue reading Darkness, or: Impenetrable

Two horses, or: Nightmares

Poetry Partners #111 'Am I dreaming?', a poem by Benjamin Nambu of 'Wealthy and ambitious entrepeneurs network' Two horses charge through a misty forest unto a dusty road As if pursued by an invisible being As if racing to the end of the world Reminds me of something I could no longer remember Like a… Continue reading Two horses, or: Nightmares