And so it is our day of toilour hands, the soilwhere sweat let rununder the sun In work, digress, settle downstreamearthbound, I dreamthoughts in dire needdesire to bleed I tire, withdraw, let slip my minda place I findto rest my headflower the bed The minute poem.The rules are simple:3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas)8 syllables in … Continue reading Flower Beds
Here, this place like any otheran unknown forest, I fear notI take rest, unshoulder my lotand await my future lover My life, to join with anotherto communicate beyond soundbeyond the thorned brambles agroundand hidden from sight of reproachNow, I see my beauty approachthis place becomes our sacred ground The Espinela is a Spanish poetic form … Continue reading Espinela: Sojourn
Fear the love that does not grow each dayWhere stagnate buds wilt into decaypetrified petals screech vexationand tortured roots become fixation Clarity forms in stark concessiontrue love is not found in obsession Each line in the stanza is nine syllables long.The stanza has an even number of lines.Each line in the stanza end rhymes with … Continue reading Cyhydedd Naw Ban: Fixation
yuletide affectioncoerced by old traditionmistletoe kissesa promise of a promisethe contracted connection Weekly Theme: Christmas
timeless in my mind a still frame etched deeply thereI dance with your ghost a sudden shift blurs the lensI wake, you were never here
The Twisting Tail 