The world’s walking on a wire Life juggling exploding balls Each hoping nobody falls Yet some will soon sing with the choir. Beneath us all there’s a fire Be it hell or hell on earth That has been played with since birth Soaring death rate shows it’s dire. Shall we get out of this mire?…
Category: poetry
Pictures and Poetry challenge 3 — Unholy
A few stars glimmered through the morn, And down the thorn the dews were streaming. –from The Dead Kings I’d give anything to see the greens again, Where calves nudge their mother’s teats And sleepy swans rest on marsh ledges. If only star glimmers could warp today to The place before our husbands left to…
dVerse — red velvet cake
The fork is raised, red velvet cake poised– a willing sacrifice to tastebuds’ salivary crave that will be content with nothing less. Today’s offering is in the Joseph’s Star poetic form. Sarah is today’s host of dVerse. Sarah says: Tonight, I want you to bring a little red into your poem.
What do you see? #23 and dVerse OLN — One
Open book God reads our story How it starts How it ends And everything in between One page at a time We’re alive! Interesting times Unfolding Together Holding spirit in our hearts One day at a time Today’s form is a double shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5 x 2) Sadje is the host of What do you…
dVerse — haibun — reflections on quatrain
“Terminal Wasteland?” tells about my relationship with a partner from 2006 – 2017. It began as two broken and lonely people desperately seeking warmth in what seemed at the time a very cold world. Each of us had heavy loads of baggage that we sort of just hurled into the corner and forgot about, so…
#Haikai Challenge #132 — Covid-19 — Disruptor
Crowned thief in disguise Trojan horse hugs from loved ones Steals my peace of mind Solitude turns with vengeance From peace to imprisonment Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: Write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to coronavirus (covid-19).
#MM Saturday Mix — Too Many Desserts
Too Many Desserts All flesh is meat, our tastes we sate On carnal plate Our earthly mete The seasoned heat Not care nor pride for what we do Before we’re through The harms we cause Will give us pause Our time on earth has been pried loose Necks in the noose So go we…
