Alienation ~ nonet

Alienation

What is this lust for blood in debate,
this need for vile retribution,
love for self, and not for man?
Differences be damned.
Brotherhood is key.
That we should think
otherwise
makes no
sense.

This nonet is my response to
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 123 #Synonyms Only
,
using
sense and lust for meaning and passion.

Images
 top: geralt at pixabay.com
bottom: tinyclipart.com & clipartlibrary.com (layered)

 

 

Love

Love

Understanding grows in words spoken
between kindred souls as eyes meet
in a shared spark ignited.
No simple chemistry
explains emotions
consuming them,
the sheer joy
as hearts
swell.

that heady perfume
permeating my senses
intoxicating
washing over me in waves
keeping me afloat with love

heartbeat so simple
its rhythm measuring love
your presence the source

A nonet, a tanka, and a senryū for Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 122

And from my archives (for those with the time):
nonet
regardless
wide open
Between & In Between
senryū
just a single kiss
When the Day Met the Night
a heartbeat races

 

lonely

lonely

lonely

seeking signs of life beyond their sight
they flicker, as if to broadcast
lights of deeds in distant space
reach an infant planet
shine upon its seas
as it ages
its own light
winking
out

This nonet is in response to November Yeats Challenge: Day Seven, from Jane Dougherty (each day a new Yeats quote).

“…stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.” W.B. Yeats

Image: NASA/ESA/HUBBLE via Astronomy Picture of the Day