Never get old, or: Our souls

Poetry Partners #96 'The Youth and Senior Citizens', a Villanelle by Myrna Migala of 'My Forever' The youth will never engage That our souls will never get old Upon arriving at old age Inside โ€” Seniors feel caged The aged will uphold The youth will never engage We old citizens feel as if onstage Not… Continue reading Never get old, or: Our souls

Craft, or: Authenticity

A villanelle Many modern bards deem rhyming passรฉ, An obstacle to deep self-expression, Though one asks if impatience~ craft betrays? Artists must create, for it's thus they pray, Each in preferred mode at their discretion... Many modern bards deem rhyming passรฉ. Unfettered freedom is today's great craze; And most art's wrought to make deep impression...… Continue reading Craft, or: Authenticity

Together, or: Moments

My first villanelle Together we, she, holding my fingerLittle, growing hand, everything to meMoments ever, and forever lingerAbba'chka, I, to the preschool bring herCome afternoon, she'll be returned to meTogether we, she, holding my fingerShe, annoyed by childish tunes I sing herTeasing her thus brings such delight to meMoments ever, and forever lingerDon't joke! She,… Continue reading Together, or: Moments

The hunt, or: The soul sea

Poetry Partners #12 A poem by Selma Martin of 'Selma' A worthy cause, start the hunt for a calm place to inhabit merits more than trends to uphold untethered from modish habits But who, pray tell, marooned us here like beached whales needing assistance? How to find the point of return; woke to the sacred… Continue reading The hunt, or: The soul sea

Together, or: Moments

My first villanelle Together we, she, holding my finger Little, growing hand, everything to me Moments ever, and forever linger Abba'chka, I, to the preschool bring her Come afternoon, she'll be returned to me Together we, she, holding my finger She, annoyed by childish tunes I sing her Teasing her thus brings such delight to… Continue reading Together, or: Moments