Poetry Partners #83 'When You Choose War' a poem by Rosemary McMahan of 'Spirit Reflections' ... you cannot stop the Lenten rose’s pale white blossoms from unfurling nor can you command the pink-tinged buds of tulip trees to fold inward. When you choose war, know that the grass still greens in spring, the titmouse seeks… Continue reading Whispered prayers, or: Legions
An American sentence: This Passover, we'll toast freedom in safety while Russia bombs Ukraine. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that… Continue reading Safety, or: False comfort
A sijo forever's an abstraction, wherefore I wonder what words yield; full of faults, failures, and fatal flaws; frail coward; worthless weakling; at a whiff of war, I'd fold my works up for future records. 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #5 Ronovan encourages poets to write sijos that include the word 'yield' today. Sijo?… Continue reading Abstractions, or: Future records
d’Verse prosery During these darkest days, child, you must allow yourself to talk what you please of future spring; and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow will, in this very way, become reality. Yes, the Russians invaded your home and murdered your family; they've raped and tortured your neighbors; they've decimated your city. Yes, much of your country… Continue reading With and for the hope of your nation
Poetry Partners #72 'Will They Continue?', a poem by douryeh of 'Daily Observation' Will there be war, soon Or will they renounce the folly Our world will be lit by Sun & Moon But, again, blood will flow abundantly douryeh: https://hajarstexts.com/ An alouette by ben Alexander of 'The Skeptic's Kaddish' The battlefield's strewn with innocents… Continue reading Uncounted war crimes, or: Murderer(s)
My 2nd Copla Real EPIGRAPH: All has become quiet in Moscow.-Count L. N. Tolstoy (1828 – 1910), 'The Cossacks', 1878 Their fearful faces told him more than what they were too scared to say; he looked from them towards the door, from where she'd been taken away for the crime of uttering, "War." Across the way,… Continue reading Knelt down, or: Stood red tulips
A haibun I'm sorry. I am. As the father of a little girl, I strive to remain upbeat, but on most days I'm only managing this outwardly. 'Cherry Blossoms,' you suggest, Frank? Charred corpses and the white ashes of a nuclear holocaust. I see children's faces melting off and their bones crumbling. Writing this doesn't… Continue reading Fragile flakes, or: Ashen death
Poetry Partners #68 'a lining of silver', a poem by Jeff Flesch of 'Develop. Inspire. Transform.' I sit atop a tower, looking down at the flowers briar, calling to me at all hours it is beauty seen in the myriad contours and folds of life’s road — gold and shining in the afternoon sun, watching… Continue reading A lining of silver, or: A heart of gold
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