growing words

Tonight I am hosting MTB at dVerse where we are looking at Contrapuntal poems. one word at a time i scribble trying to make sense of the world it is a stream of consciousness i open up as a valve to my self written on the winds of no time scattered as dust i am …

Release me

a pebble wish i drop into this pond it curls towards the depths, unfolded frond to find a place where it might resonate and sing a song to help me break this bond   A rubai for dVerse MTB A rubai or stanza in a rubaiyat is four lines long and rhymes AABA in iambic …

m(ask)

i get to write with the authority of the broken it lends authenticity to these grabbed words   numbed by years of neglect (i was abandoned by the first and only pen I owned) left to bleed poems onto the walls of a dark cell of internment fingering a crimson scrawl that grew into dead …

n(o)pen

no one wrote this no one reads it now the hand that pens itself cannot clap this is that sound   Submission for Meet The Bar over at dVerse where Frank suggests Brevity for our poems.

falling leaves (ii)

Tonight I am hosting MTB at dVerse and the focus of our attention is the ghazal. I have re written my first ghazal to incorporate a rhyme scheme along with the refrain which is used differently.   here, this moment I stand in, falling leaves break me for wearing my soul as a skin, falling leaves …

note: i’m left

time is a standing stone tree aged and weathered wisdom's gouged wrinkles born of element's chisel blows whose cost is many a dead crow heavy like blackened feathers   time is a twice broken clock dancing motionless here echoing immortality's wink rooted mountain moment this slow and ponderous thief seen but not ever caught   …

time squared

Frank is hosting MTB at dVerse and tonight the form is the acrostic.   Time is a spiral shaped spin-drifT Infinity twists and shouts BanzaI Mercurial wisps wander the rooM Eternity meets it's maker in timE