A limerick Stubborn, I flout those "cold weather blues". What? Snow boots? Nay, I must refuse! In fact, if you must know, Those footprints in the snow Were made sandaled, for I eschew shoes! d'Verse poetics prompt: Come sing with me! At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to use at least two of the following wintry… Continue reading Snow boots, or: Sandals
A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas tall, frosted windows reflecting dawn’s rays as the horizon lights up deep purple morning glories under cotton clouds opening to rain marking the autumn season harbinger of winter chill look upon a dull, brown world spelling tender petals' ends How to read a Cleave poem? Simply:… Continue reading Dawn, or: Twilight
A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas thick heavy droplets cloudy, directionless the sun pulls up its blanket glowing with pigeon grey light weary, reluctant hazy horizon cozies upon bed of snow making dreams of distant trees covering the sleepy realms humanity cannot see How to read a Cleave poem? Simply: Read the… Continue reading Dreaming, or: Foggy
A 'Diablo' poem Children's laughter rings from the street Spring's much absorbed by summer's heat Innocence lies I feel myself betrayed by youth A father's love can't shade the truth Although it tries Eyes open, I know love deceives Sure as the rainbows of the leaves Sly sin of fate's With passing years, I autumn… Continue reading Innocence lies, or: Winter waits
A Shadorma By deep frost, freezing torrents of passion tear at her heart, its chambers shielding love's bud blossoming outwards. Blossoming, its roots grip fiercely at rebirthed passion, as freezing despairs grab at them by dint of dark will. d'Verse prompt: Vertical lines of kisses At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to select one the following… Continue reading Freezing torrents, or: Love’s bud
A haibun As a teenager, I would make the rounds with my snow shovel after heavy snowfalls in suburban New Jersey, offering my not at all highly esteemed driveway shoveling services. By my standards, the money was great. I always looked forward to winter. Then, in college, I encountered Cleveland, Ohio winters, which can be… Continue reading Resplendent sparkles, or: Broken asphalt
A quadrille (44 words) Having sprung past spring in the course of but one too-brief week, Israel once again puts winter radiators back into seasonal storage; opens windows wide; embraces summer's heat with open arms, sweat dripping down the small of its back, straight into its ass crack. d’Verse Quadrille #149 The above poem is… Continue reading Spring, or: Sprung
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
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