Seas, or: Sees

"When does winter begin?" my seven-year-old asks me this evening. "Well," I smile, "technically, it starts in December, which is just around the corner." Funny thing is, she already knows this - but she likes to talk just for the sake of talking; and she likes to get others talking too. The on-again-off-again rains in… Continue reading Seas, or: Sees

Pitter, or: Patter

A 'kouta' poem raindrops splatter rat-a-tat pitter-patter upon wood soft tittering turns my head "Good night, Abba'chka*." *What my daughter calls me Kouta? 4 lines (an occasional 5th line may appear); A stand alone poem but often is accompanied by other Koutas with the same theme; Syllabic: variable odd numbered syllable lengths, the most common… Continue reading Pitter, or: Patter

Blinded by love, or: Nature’s veil

A limerick Hand in hand in the dark on their tryst, Their kiss nearly missed through the mist. Blinded by love in the woods, Each quickly gave up the goods Cuz nature's veil proved much too hard to resist. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #155 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below… Continue reading Blinded by love, or: Nature’s veil

Staid, or: Stormy

A haibun It takes so very little to destroy a person. We look away from homeless people and the terminally ill because we don't want to think about our own vulnerabilities. In truth, we can't protect ourselves or our families from the worst. I sit, composing poetry in my comfortable cotton pajamas with a roof… Continue reading Staid, or: Stormy

The harsh blizzard, or: Thoughts

An American sentence: Every verse provides a moment's reprieve from the harsh blizzard of thoughts. 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… Continue reading The harsh blizzard, or: Thoughts

Colorless paste, or: Lightning colors

A tetractys the longest day chews up time, grinds sunlight into thick, flavorless, colorless paste night's dramatic, stormy lightning colors shimmer through sheets of cleansing pouring rain #TankaTuesday The above was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt. Poets were encouraged to write syllabic poems on the theme of 'the longest day'. Eugi's moon-washed… Continue reading Colorless paste, or: Lightning colors

White light, or: Refracted

A haibun Things have really been looking up of late. I've settled comfortably into my new work schedule, although getting myself to my second job in the evenings is rather a drag, as I'm spending more hours than ever before at the office during the day. I hope life continues going in this direction. My… Continue reading White light, or: Refracted

Beautiful cold stone, or: Dawn sunshine blanket

A magnetic sijo created with Magnetic Nature Poetry kit season of beautiful cold stone winter clouding gentle spring light dawn sunshine blanket over dark rocks fertile earth wet with bloom life follows path of moon cycle listen to her ancient song 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #2 Ronovan encourages poets to write sijos that… Continue reading Beautiful cold stone, or: Dawn sunshine blanket