Category: Poetic Forms
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30 August: dVerse Blue Moon
It’s Pulling On You A cold ember moon in my hand on this lyrical night, waxing and waning, worn, torn, and heavy twice in August. It lingers and hangs in its moonlight benediction. Only once in a blue moon, they say, and should I forget, that moon’s a kind of grief from the genius of…
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24 August: A Haibun
To Feed A man and a woman sit in chairs that through the passing of time have become his chair and her chair. The room is a warm beige colour, the name of which neither of them can recall, but it was a popular colour a few years ago. They both have the same colour…
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23 August: dVerse Quadrille Pines
Rooted in Pines A friend once told me,visit a graveyardwhen you’re depressed. You will feel happier. There’s a twitch widthbetween thislife and death. But I’m happy to root myselfunder tall pines, and I’m not enticed by a ledge that inventsa leap. For De’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets – to include is any form of the word…
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14 August: A Modern Sonnet (edited)
Note: I wasn’t happy with this, so I’ve tinkered with the stanzas. Only Ourselves, A Modern Sonnet Someone said heaven is in these hills.Valhalla, too, though it’s had its fill ofplundering a girl’s milk white flesh. But last rites were said, forgive his mess,him laid out flat, fingers interlaced as ifpleading, Please God take this…
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13 August: Crossing the Deep
An Elegy: Crossing the Deep Their boat sank with its music.Gone intonight’s dark yawn.The sky blind and cold,stars drowning the wearywho were rocked to sleep. Some raced to the deep.Faces and limbsscattered and sinking,mouths drinking up the sea.And still it lingers, a singing,a stillness of hymns, on the floor of boundless seathere in fathoms ……
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9 August: An AI Ekphrastic Poem
An Ekphrastic Poem That Wants to be Eden the scene was set with veiled scent of orangeand soul of roses bird song pricked primal sharp trees draped by Midas-touch broody birds, some egg-sat some wishing to be sky-flung like angels in the air and they sing and stutter talk to wind, to leaves by chance…
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8 August: dVerse Quadrille “Pop”
The Snap and Pop Like a shapeyou don’t wantcrossing your path at night, real as an ancient tree,a face like a chiseled wall.He’s shadowland. I move to make empty space between us,but I can still hear him, snapping andpopping his chewing gum. A quadrille written for dVerse Poets, the word this week is “Pop”. Quadrille: 44…
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4 August: A Quinzaine Poem
A Quinzaine Poem: 04.07.23 Squirrel sitting on the lawnAre you watching meWatching you Bumblebees at the thistlesAre you still thirstingFor nectar Robin in the tree singingMay I sing with youA duet The garden is marking timeDoes it see its endLike I do Written for Lisa’s Quinzaine: 7.5.3 (1st line statement, 2-3rd question the 1st line) and Ragtag…
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30 July: A Cadralor Poem
30.7.23 – A Cadralor Poem: Reading Stones I.I’m reading their stones,the old dead,remembering thoseI never knew. II.Her name is May.2-months. Sweet childwho never cried.Delicate as spring. III.Here lays Captain Morton,stood on a curving prow.Troubled by a cargo,the sea took him down. IV.A fisherman at rest,in rain and morning air.A squalling tangle of nets,his lights still…
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