Friend, or: Dost (ุฏูˆุณุช)

An acrostic tanka for Sadje's birthday ๐ŸŽ‚ Supportive; caring; Attentive; understanding; Deliberative Jump-starter of our muses Engages us all with love Happy 61st birthday, Sadje! I think I speak for many bloggers on WordPress when I say that your daily contributions to our collective community make each day a little brighter ~ thanks for being… Continue reading Friend, or: Dost (ุฏูˆุณุช)

W3 Prompt #29: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #29: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

Dawn, or: Twilight

A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas tall, frosted windows reflecting dawnโ€™s rays as the horizon lights up deep purple morning glories under cotton clouds opening to rain marking the autumn season harbinger of winter chill look upon a dull, brown world spelling tender petals' ends How to read a Cleave poem? Simply:… Continue reading Dawn, or: Twilight

Dreaming, or: Foggy

A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas thick heavy droplets cloudy, directionless the sun pulls up its blanket glowing with pigeon grey light weary, reluctant hazy horizon cozies upon bed of snow making dreams of distant trees covering the sleepy realms humanity cannot see How to read a Cleave poem? Simply: Read the… Continue reading Dreaming, or: Foggy

Cotton onto, or: Caught

A piece of tanka prose Generally, I'm not one for horror movies but do relish clever plot twists; and that's precisely what drew me to Director Jordan Peele's debut movie 'Get Out'. Its plot is more multifaceted than many other horror movies, for it offers social commentary on and a taste of the lived experience… Continue reading Cotton onto, or: Caught

Contest, or: Confusion

Poetry Partners #141 A senryu series by Veera of 'The Forgers of Fantasy' Pumpkins shimmering, An array of bright orange, Brilliant eyes glowing. Vampires soaring high, Razor sharp fangs glimmering, Red capes unfurling. Ghosts floating about, Clocking humans to prey on, Glowing a faint white. Dead bodies rising, Witches flying with broomsticks, Skeletons dancing. Heart… Continue reading Contest, or: Confusion

In the darkness, or: In the end

Poetry Partners #134 'The blue sky', a poem by Kunjal Gupta of 'Duo Diseminators' Inside a vessel so suffocating and cold. Looking at the blue sky, Birds glide their wings and fly to the foretold, Without a struggle or try. Looking at the blue sky, They retire to perch and rest Birds glide their wings… Continue reading In the darkness, or: In the end