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Come Out, Come Out: terzanelle
Come out, come out! It’s only rain; the world has not dissolved as yet. The clouds will loose the sun again. It sometimes seems hard to forget that darkness does not rule all things; the world has not dissolved as … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, American verse forms, depression, energy, poetic forms, storms, sunshine, terzanelle
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Don’t Kill the Siren: sapphics
Now whose voice is singing out words of warning, as the low light, glittering, slowly fading, starts to flicker tenuously, letting darkness silently swallow other points now wavering on the shoreline? When those bridges crumble for their reasons, will they … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, accentual-syllabic meter, energy, Greek verse forms, light, lighthouse, poetic forms, Sirens, warning
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Round Again: chanso
And so around again: the how, the where, the when; could be and might have been; the raven or the wren. The sword versus the pen: in battles now and then it’s hard to tell who wins; the line is … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, chanso, cycles, daily poems, energy, French verse forms, futility, infinity, patterns, poetic forms, recycling, reincarnation
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I Don’t Do Slam
Now when I say I don’t do slam it doesn’t mean that I don’t dig the meth-euphoric drenal high that comes when words escape at Mach and you roll like the Candy Man with those sweet treats to clear the … Continue reading
A Path of Wildness
I chose to walk a path of wildness; though these modern city streets are paved and seem to revel in a blindness that believes the urban sprawl has saved us from what nature could remind us: somewhere beneath all this … Continue reading
Mother Father Breathing
With each breath, opposites are reconciled: like the unconscious seeping under the door that the river makes as it rises during the night, then at first light ebbs slowly away as the sun’s heat pulls it into its glowing bosom. … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, balance, breathing, deities, Divine Mother, energy, femininity, masculinity, mother goddess
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Prânâyâma
Inhale: Where am I in all of this confusion? If I pause and take a moment to breathe, letting go of this veil of illusion [that separates (like two different leaves along two slim branches that stretch their way in … Continue reading