Originally posted on ShiftnShake: What poetics is Paul Scribbles serving up this week at dVerse Poets Pub? Soul gazing, he calls this week’s concoction. Well, I went off the leash a little with the prompt. ************************************************************************************* Sometimes souls’ legs twitch in their sleep they vocalize Running down a dream Once there was a dog that was…

Originally posted on Project words: first shafts of sun I see a way through the darkness ?   ?

Photo: pslim/Creative Commons/Flickr The private self meets advancing age in two poems by dl mattila. cocoon . . . it’s what you don’t see that defines me In an age of endless social media confessions, it is important to remember that our selves were not meant to be always – or even ever – broadcast…

Originally posted on revivedwriter: The space between The snowfall and the first thaw: Hidden yet real. From barrenness there will be Sweetness, sunshine — happiness. Not silent spring yet: I hear sparrows chirping, yet Let us protect this. Two poetic offerings, a tanka and a haiku, for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge this week, spring…