Category: Poetic Forms
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18 Sept: From the Oracle
From the Oracle —A Cadralor: Once the Sea, Now the Snow I.It is coming —the season of white,of silent claiming,of soft annihilation. II.Once, I was rain —the blessing, the renewal.Once, I was the sea —deep, boundless,salt-blooded and sure. III.Now, the field lies gripped,withered to the root,begging for rainlike victory, like mercy,like an oak strainingin the…
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2 Sept: dVerse Haibun
The Holding Breath To the 204 men and boys of the 1862 Hartley Colliery disaster — their breath drifts still, coal-dust caught in morning’s blacklung frost. They crawled into the narrow seams where lanterns barely held back the dark, where the air strangled itself thin. We remember the steel-to-stone rhythm of their pickaxes, the hunger-click…
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17 July: Sonnet to a River
Songs the River Sings (A Sonnet to River Arun) The boat was small, the river calm—no storm to blame, no wrathful psalm. Just wood grown tired of being wood,just water doing what water should. Eleven men (their hands darkwith earth-turned songs), eight women(keepers of loom and flaxen thread),now seamstresses of this riverbed. May mountains spill…
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21 June: 5 Gogyohka poems
Five Equations Unsolved (5 Gogyohka poems for the Algebra in Us) Written for RDP “equation”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and…
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14.06: Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses
Triptych de Crystalline—the artist who paints the woman who watches him do so— I. Water Speaks (the elemental voice) Brush tip waitsPaused like the dropletBalanced between skyfall and reflection You blink onceCanvas remembersThe hush before thunder learns its name You breathe inAnd pigment listensA ripple caught mid-birth remembers you He holds lightWith palms that echoThe…
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11 May: Gravebright – the Liturgy
5 of 27: Gravebright – a Colour once felt, but not seen 5 of 27 Gravebright – The Poem – A smile worn only at funerals Gravebright is a lightthat knows its place—how to behave. It flickers politely and restson the lips like powdered glass. It is not joy.It is the performance of peace—an ache…
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15.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Sestina for the Cliffs at Beachy Head Here, where the chalk cliffs meet the endless blue,I walk to shed the weight of thought, to standlike wind-struck grass—alive, yet barely touched.The lighthouse spins its scarlet warning—brightagainst the tide’s slow gnaw, the edge’s creed:what falls—will rise again in salt and light. No prayer but this: the gulls’…
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25.2 dVerse Indigo
Knolling Indigo Indigo blueit fills the twilight scene,Spills inky songs in a secret tongue andWarmsso soft with it tints serene. Indigo blueswept from depths of wonder lies, So truethis blue that colours my dreams Sanctuary lies in your indigo eyes Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille Monday (Quadrille: 44-words sans title, include the prompt word “indigo”). Some artwork is created…
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23.2 A Cadralor Poem
Wild Poppies … I. In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. II. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick!Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. III. You scorn shadows nestingin shafts of wheat, scorn the corn and its rigid rod.…
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