Aren’t these theme posts supposed to be published on the first of the month? Yes, yes they are.
Are they always? Almost never. Whoops. Continue reading “December’s Theme – I’m Late, I’m Late, For A Very Important Date….”
Taut bowstring sinews do quell the violence
Holding back the swings of Hulk’s blind madness
As the body quakes, raging in silence Continue reading “Villanelle – Aggression – SD”
Fitting music:
Center of the festivities; eye of this bustling storm,
Here alone there is peace, calm, and a song.
Run now around the fire and gather all together,
For the cautionary tale of a merchant peddling leather,
Who traveled far and wide, never for short, always for long gone. Continue reading “Cinquain Triplet – Eye of the Storm, Fair/Festival, Sailor – JG”
Winds and white foam soften, be still!
A honeyed melody drifts through the air.
Golden hues settle, like candlelight’s glow. Continue reading “Cinquain Triplet – Eye of a hurricane, fair/festival, sailor – SD”
So I scheduled this to publish this morning as an ultimatum for myself and forgot to finish and upload the poem. It got four likes with only a quote and a link to a video, so… thank you for the support I guess 😛
Ill-fated sentinel
tugging at a sky of red,
wishful fait accompli– Continue reading “Double Acrostic – Baggage / That which Lingers – SD”
Well, it’s been a while since I’ve written one of these theme posts. Normally I’d start off by talking about September’s posts, but… nothing has been posted yet. Go us! So instead I’ll just take a moment to revel in just how long we’ve kept this whole project up – 17 months!
I dream of the day
They burst through the door
With joy on their faces,
Wanting to tell more. Continue reading “Ode – Future – SD”
“A Provisional Narrative”
I lay off reading the new
musical criticism and place
it on top of the beat poet’s
manifesto which lies on top
of the novel in the 21st century Continue reading “erikleo – A Provisional Narrative”
Another submission from a fellow haiku-er (?), erikleo of All Things Creative
after looking at a galaxy
two million light years distant
I creep into my bed,
next to my sleeping wife
Here’s a haiku submission from erikleo over at All Things Creative, an intriguing blog featuring one of our favorite poetic forms… haikus!
after my mother’s funeral
I shovel earth onto her coffin
not knowing when to stop
Evening Satellite Publishing 