“Fire / Ka”
The flame flickers on,
ever dancing, reaching, yearning
to conquer the dark.
Steve D
Tag: Poetry
Color Schemes – Not All That Glitters Is Gold – JG
Many like you strive
To have a heart of gold.
Weak and malleable,
But appealing to hold.
I’d prefer a heart of obsidian.
Honest about its blackest sin, Continue reading “Color Schemes – Not All That Glitters Is Gold – JG”
Haiku Sunday – Focus
“Focus”
To have real focus
is really just the absence
of good distractions.
Steve D
Love – Shakespearean Sonnet – JG
Come Hell Or High Water
This letter is a cognitive dissonance confession.
Which is better: Seeing the sun peeking out from thunder clouds?
Being happy to trust in such a quick fashion
That rain will eventually come after a drought? Continue reading “Love – Shakespearean Sonnet – JG”
Haiku Sunday – Coffee
“Coffee”
The foremost reason
I drink coffee at my desk
is to warm my hands
Steve D
Shakespearean Sonnet – (Secret) Love – SD
“Secret Love”
Obsidian hair tinged with red, like Blood Moon’s night,
Sways with every step of your bulldog swagger.
Sandstone-quarry eyes betray your pretty smile,
Refusing to let the faces see your fractures. Continue reading “Shakespearean Sonnet – (Secret) Love – SD”
Color Schemes – If I Must – JG
The flame in all of us
Fire as inspiration
Soul afire, burning strong
Creativity’s companion –
A mate, a match, a song
A brightest of bright blaze
Purifying grace
A beauty of impossible kindness
None could deny this;
All but extinguished,
Relinquished spark and
Forgotten art. Continue reading “Color Schemes – If I Must – JG”
Contact – JG
Number unknown? That call won’t be answered.
Message left? Another voice I’ll never hear.
Email sent? One of hundreds, I fear. Continue reading “Contact – JG”
Haiku Sunday – Handwriting
I just had a nice late-Christmas weekend with Future Wife’s family, and they do a White Elephant-style gift exchange most years. This year, however, we did an anonymous gift exchange. Each participant was assigned to buy an anonymous gift for someone else. The gifter then had to provide clues for the giftee to guess who gave them the gift.
I was assigned to purchase a gift for Future Wife’s cousin, who I also happen to be fairly close with. He knows I’m a writer, so the poem itself was the clue… he recognized immediately that I was the most likely person to write an actual haiku as a clue. I guess I’m not as wily as I thought. Either that, or people are actually starting to recognize me as a writer. Anyway, he loved his gift!
Steve D
Villanelle – Change – SD
“Change”
Trying to change your skin just so you can fit in.
Shedding away the past; leave it in a heap on the floor,
Because different doesn’t come from dressing up and hoping. Continue reading “Villanelle – Change – SD”
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