Tag: poetry

  • Willowing through Wars

    Willowing through Wars

    bowing grateful to my seat and the world bending under this world’s heartbreak bullets killing 1,000+ one October day bombs killing over 40,000 since bending beneath Russian rockets striking Ukrainian cities Ever bowing ever bending, to be even one light left in the dark Ms. Jade Li, aka Lisa, hosts Quadrille Monday #206 over at…

  • I, Chicken Parmesan (Encore, 8/20/24)

    I rise from a corpse of poultry. Cold steel flays the fat off of me. Yellow yoke bathes me, before immersion in flour and breadcrumbs completes me. I first face the fire in a vat of boiling oil. Every impurity scourged from me, my texture a golden brown, warm marinara sauce pours upon me. The…

  • #Haiku (8/20/24)

    #Haiku (8/20/24)

    8/20/24: dappled “…dappled things…” an Autumnal breeze this August day #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • #Haiku (8/19/24)

    #Haiku (8/19/24)

    8/19/24: rustic migrating geese missing Romano’s Penne Rustica #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • For the Earth: on hiking

    For the Earth: on hiking

    One step after another. Along jutting roots and sliding pebbles. Up switchbacks anc across cutouts of plateus. Down one ravine wall to rise up another. All to reach a summit, and to savor its view. A hike: more than just a leisure activity or outdoor activity. It is a way to participate in nature, to…

  • #Haiku (8/17/24)

    #Haiku (8/17/24)

    8/16/24: thrift shop scurrying sparrow even thrift shops won’t buy these old paintings #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • Gemini Solarity

    Gemini Solarity

    Sometimes, there is a softness to sunlight. A pale glow on verdant cherry leaves. A warmth instead of a sear. A swath of cotton instead of a scouring pad. Sometimes, there is a harshness to sunlight. A blinding radiance on worn white siding. A scortch instead of warmth. A drowning in hot coals instead of…

  • “Summer wind…” a #tanka (8/15/24) #TankaThursday

    “Summer wind…” a #tanka (8/15/24) #TankaThursday

    8/15/24: wind Summer wind “Waiting for the Sun” playing on repeat a sudden nostalgia for college days #tanka#micropoetry#poetry#TankaThursday