Whispered prayers, or: Legions

Poetry Partners #83 'When You Choose War' a poem by Rosemary McMahan of 'Spirit Reflections' ... you cannot stop the Lenten roseโ€™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

Safety, or: False comfort

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 didnโ€™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

Abstractions, or: Future records

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

With and for the hope of your nation

dโ€™Verse prosery During these darkest days, child, you must allow yourself to talk what you please of future spring; and sun-warmโ€™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

Uncounted war crimes, or: Murderer(s)

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)

Knelt down, or: Stood red tulips

My 2nd Copla Real EPIGRAPH: All has become quiet in Moscow.-Count L. N. Tolstoy (1828 โ€“ 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

Fragile flakes, or: Ashen death

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

A lining of silver, or: A heart of gold

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 lifeโ€™s road โ€” gold and shining in the afternoon sun, watching… Continue reading A lining of silver, or: A heart of gold