Poem: if I could unknit, remove these protective layers—un knot the tangled breach—release all I think I know, return to pause—recollecting, listening to the air breathing in voices, called by the resonance of forest songs, expanding into organic wondering– (time knows its own creations– unburdened by clocks, the display of exactitude)– instead, re placing all… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘In Plain Sight’ by Kerfe Roig
A Sijo she stumbled upon idyllic path one day, to great relief- stunning, straight, sure, surrounded by stern, steadfast, sturdy trunks; certain, she strode forward... behind her, her dears dispersed through the trees Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each… Continue reading Sturdy trunks, or: Through the trees
A haibun 'No man is an island' must be one of the most well-known clichés in the book. I mean, sure, it's fundamentally true in a technical sense - almost no person on Earth is entirely self-sufficient when it comes to the food (s)he eats or the clothing (s)he wears. But something so resoundingly self-evident… Continue reading No man, or: Eucalyptus
Poetry Partners #76 'Sylphs of the Air', a poem by MistyBlue of 'wsarwmzansipens' Only The Two of Us, a painting by Kiril Stanchev Beyond words, the ephemeral beauty of willows a picture paints. Adorning lakes and rivers, golden energy stream through strings of leaves. Sylphs of the Air sing in-between Love’s enfolding heart-centred harmony. MistyBlue:… Continue reading Golden energy, or: Mental slough
Poetry Partners #50 'A Season of Trees,' a haiku sequence by Colleen M. Chesebro trees—skeleton bare ebony sky silhouettes winter’s artistry a lace of green leaves discover a sparrow’s nest baby mouths agape silk-soft leaves of green touch the cerulean sky summer melodies autumn leaves foretell mystical secrets revealed— only death brings truth Colleen M.… Continue reading Demeter, or: Vivaldi
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog A leaf blown high into the sky lets out a wistful, knowing sigh: "Well, goodbye, my dearest friends." Distressed, his friends kick up a fuss: "This shall not stand! He's one of us!" Undone thus, all meet their ends.
An Alliterisen Silver stars sparkling up above pensive poet Trees trembling as brisk breeze blows through gnarly bifurcations Fingers feeling for lightless letters on keys Elbows resting upon stiff, supportive table top Tongue tasting tangy, satisfying sounds Words wandering after meandering meanings Squinting through thick leaves, sees self sitting 'pon a star The Alliterisen The… Continue reading Wandering words, or: Meandering meanings
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