Category: Poetic Bloomings
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Poetry: An Espinela
Iron on the Wall There’s the northern and the southern. Hallelujah, they sang for him, and amen ending every hymn. Brothers. Sisters. Baptist. Brethren. On the wall, a cross of iron, wooden pews so unforgiving. Discomfort. Complaint. Forbidden. God, they said, punishes living. Death, they said, is all forgiving. In that building, they’re still singing.…
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for PB’s Personification of a Tree
And Then The Tree Said … Oh God of Green, give me strength, there’s something pecking at my neck, something other than this birdbrain poem about old barren trees & cold skin-pricked days & lichen knitting into my limbs, & hold me strong against this blowing back & forth & thresher rain that chops my…
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A Poem after a line by Anne Sexton
Inspired by a line from Anne Sexton’s poem “Wanting to Die” – “The black room took us like a cave” Saturday Matinee at the Odeon The black room took us like a cave as we felt our way along the aisle. A woman swept the floor, back and forth with her flashlight. Our tickets: Row…
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Day 22
Silent as Bones The hallway was silent as rain. A soft drizzle silence that soaks through your bones, and you ache for someone to just say, Hello. PB’s Silent Hallway quarrelsome he had a quarrel with an apple. bit it. Biting is not allowed. then he quarrelled with laughter. it was a total…
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27 October 2019
Random Thoughts of a Dachshund This bodes not well for me. ie., weenie and teenie and sausagie and now this stuffed facsimile toy. Get stuffed, I say. for PB “What a Dachshund says” Bloody Toy Soldiers I found your tin soldiers. In the loft. In a big box. Handwritten in broad red “Tin…
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Poetic Form: Ryūka
In the Groove A beat in her ears A spring in her walk She played songs over and over until the groove wore smooth PB’s Japanese Form: Ryūka 5,5,8,6 and Poetic Aside #502 ©️ Misky 2019
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for PB’s Ity Poem
The Old Lady and Her Kitty There’s an itty-bitty lady of unknown age and antiquity who lives in a teeny house with her uppity kitty. The cat plays the piano, primarily Handel, while the lady howls meowing irascibility. It’s a perplexity, this oddity that tests normality, but they are, quite truly, the height of serenity.…
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The Sun Rises in the East
And Still the Sun Rises in the East Dawn is a splatter of light. Jackdaws chatter in the trees. A robin pulls at a worm. The worm tugs back. Dawn. She yawns and stretches, and that’s when a girl, her house, and her little dog too, fell down from the sky. The house swallowed her…
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About Those Falling Stars
When the First Star Fell … the clouds fled. That lone star, that fell. So free. A splash and then its ripple came, and the sea was quieted by the night. Shining starlight was its special gift. And no one knew — in the dark the sun exists. written for PB’s “create a…
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Found Simple
SIMPLE And no, for anyone wondering, I left out things which haven’t been … left out. Things not included. For example – freshness. And the fridge. Getting ice cream rolled on your thigh, well, a chicken then. O’ joy – a crazy-person for supper. That being said, you might as well be a lazy cook,…
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