Poem Up at The Ekphrastic Review

Hors du Cercle, by Joan Miro (Spain) 1920

My poem “The Way You Conduct Yourself” appears at The Ekphrastic Review in Ekphrastic Writing Challenge Responses: Joan Miro. It can be seen here, with other deserving reads.
My thanks go to Lorette C. Luzajik, editor of The Ekphrastic Review, for including my poem.

Ken G.

A Wall I Cannot Scale ~ #writephoto

 

A Wall I Cannot Scale

Where once it was possible
to breach the wall that has grown
between us, it has become ever darker
within, so that not even the light of day
can reach you. Here, there is life.
I hear robins and sparrows. What birds
call to you, and would they want to
be in such darkness? Would I want to
open a door that is now forever closed?

This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Forgotten #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo (edited here).
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writephoto

steamy night ~ troiku

Carpe Diem #1684 Troiku Month – Fireflies offers
a haiku by Jim Kacian (
in blue) to be used to create a troiku.

steamy night
fireflies
out in the rain
               © Jim Kacian

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steamy night
waiting for coming downpour
lights glowing in grass

fireflies
showing off their bright color
in search of a mate

out in the rain
fireflies taking shelter
lights dim with success

A troiku is three haiku, with each of the three lines from a suggested haiku as the first line of each haiku in the troiku. It’s not always possible to have a 5-7-5 format in the second haiku, due to the limitations of the suggested haiku. The name of the form is derived from “troika,” a sled or carriage drawn by three horses harnessed side-by-side, an iconic symbol of Imperial Russia.

Troika

Images
Image source: Museum of Fine Arts Boston
(Tree Cricket and Firefly, by Kitagawa Utamoro)
Wikimedia Commons (troika)

Taking Note – quadrille

Taking Note

I stop for a moment,
even as I begin, fingers pressing
strings, and fret over the possibilities,
take note of the heartbeat sounding
through the delicate wood
pressed closely against me.
What better music could come
from a beginner with a life already lived?

This is a response to Quadrille #82 – Fretboard of Poetry, the prompt from Kim at dVerse, which is to use the word fret in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.