Cento POPO2024 Group 1Autumn slips in with cold nights;here we breathe the thin crisp air.Plumeria smell wafting in desert air,catapulted into different orbits.Small pieces sold, one by one;how many more autumns?Whomever seeks relief from the rigidity of polestime to save our freedom!Loons rise up, asserting their rights to the sky,a shiny new mailbox sending, receiving.Honor…
Category: poetry
Writober 2024 Day 1 — Letters: Symbols of Sound — slice and dice: sometimes…
image link slice and dice: sometimes death is a good thingoh to fillet feelingsdissect them,partition away perspectives,excise egoic entanglementswith danger triggers,eliminate engagement,terminate tindrs, unhook fromclub drugs Maria L Berg is the host of Writober. Maria says:Write a poem exploring ego death using alliteration.
dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — Sea Rose
Sea RoseColors here aren’t the same.Neither that of Spring,Nor Summer, nor Fall.Close to Winter,chalk of long-stripped bones,dark grey of wet stone,salt of churning sea.Only when moon greenswith limelight, in morningor dusky mist, mightyou see my liquid breath.Passed into my netherwith stab and twist,life ebbed, left with tide,after which my love soughtnew flesh to groom.Yet don’t…
Tanka Tuesday — Tanka Puente — This and That Are One
This and That Are OneMerging libidosFusion-powered ecstasyIlluminates usPulsing new in old darknessForming new clay from old dust~Warning: over-fired vessels flare~Sun’s trajectoryBurns toward imminent duskHere, under a starless skyCold blows over shattered bitsDissolved in pools of hot tears puente form poem (with tanka) image link Robbie Cheadle is today’s host of TankaTuesday. Robbie says:This week we are…
POPO2024 Day 30
A hummingbird just cruised by,looking for last year’s sulfur cosmos.It strikes me that she hasa food supply memory.Sorry, little lady, not yet;but come back next weekand fill your wee belly.
POPO2024 Day 29
Is there anything more relaxingwhen the mind starts to racethan the coo of mourning dovein duet with a purring cat?Two worlds, synchronized;one moment, this momentas I drink first cuppajoe,windows open, looking outon plants that have bloomed,those about to, and the growingnumber of golf ball-sized tomatoes.
POPO2024 Day 28
The wild has beenbred out of us;the part that recognizessoul huntersthen flees or fightsto see tomorrow’s light.Yet the urges remain,to rationalize then actin dark savage ways.We pad plush cagesin domesticities’ days,but under cast moonsprowl forests,blood in our hearts,seeking prey.
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