Category Archives: Poetry

Poem: Moon’s Grudge

teasing through cloud lines slinking over my domain blinking stars from sky and breaking apart sheer blue with audacious orange hue I’m joining in the W3 prompt on Skeptic’s Kaddish today. Today, Punam wrote us a lovely prompt poem, which you can find here. These are today’s guidelines: Write about the moon from the sun’sContinue reading “Poem: Moon’s Grudge”

Poem: Ways of Seeing

Maybe some sovereign ellipses, bracketing the earth’s brilliance, mounting unlimited power. Maybe Ares’ spear and shield, his rights chariot-ridden through clouds under his father’s thunderbolts. Maybe drops of ice crystals, floating suspended in the sky, whispering back to trace damp earth. Today, I’m participating in David’s W3 prompt over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Today’s promptContinue reading “Poem: Ways of Seeing”

Poem: In the swamp

Ripples in dark water tasting wood’s groovy edges pulling limbs in farther past grassy trail ledges through heathered shadows under muddied reflections hear the frogs croak and bellow hear the echo’s misdirection I’m responding to another W3 prompt today, hosted by David at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. The criteria this week was provided by Kunjal atContinue reading “Poem: In the swamp”

Poem: Forever Reader

Climbing ivory pages into alternate destinies, blooming wisdom of sages, deciphering mysteries: love surpassing the ages beyond childhood memories. Today, I decided to try out the #Whatdoyousee prompt from Sadje’s Keep it Alive blog. The prompt is to respond to the image of the child with the book. I immediately thought of my earliest memoriesContinue reading “Poem: Forever Reader”

Poem: Morning/Afternoon

Patchy beachfront beside lapping waters, carrying echoes from the city streets, curbed edges where plants and people meet, distance dwindles these spires and towers. Our movement like clouds, we loom and then break, graceful messengers from another time, places similar but twisted in slant rhyme, scenes spliced together in two separate takes. Last weekend, myContinue reading “Poem: Morning/Afternoon”

Poem: Work in Progress

Family: work in progress. Like tree branches arching, you will grow: the forks you choose for each limb unknown until you reach the intersecting valleys, relying on gentle hands and histories. Father’s journey: tapestry of mysteries; Mother’s stories: secreted into galleries. All life’s answers unneeded to go. Love, dirt, and time; our truth will follow.Continue reading “Poem: Work in Progress”

Poem: Second Chances

Take my hand now, back in time: we’ll sweep forward smoothly in rhyme and rhythm divine, listen to the climb of our voices, our hearts’ beating chime, a life looming beyond yesterday’s mime. Today’s poem was inspired by the W3 prompt that David hosts at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. The prompt came from Murisopsis, who wroteContinue reading “Poem: Second Chances”