kinship

kinship

one room
three poets
convergence
a matter of perspective
all compass points relative to center
that sweet rose
friendship

gogyohka

three poets in one room
convergence
a matter of perspective
all compass points relative to center
sweet rose of friendship

shadorma

three poets
compass points gathered
convergence
perspective
all relative to center
sweet rose of friendship

cherita

three poets

convergence
a matter of perspective

compass points
relative to center
sweet rose, friendship

lune

three poets
that sweet rose, friendship
convergence

Our trip to Cleveland/Buffalo took us through Indianapolis, where we spent a pleasant evening with Stephanie L. Harper and Robert Okaji.

Yeah, short-form poetry is my thing.  I decided to try writing the first free-verse poem in other forms.  The definitions of these forms can be found on my Poetic Forms page.

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Sevenling (the journey)

Sevenling (the journey)

The journey is never over.
Never complete.
Always open to interpretation.

Destination, always changing,
a matter of conjecture.
Beginning and end have no significance.

The return is just a stop along the way.

I have been inspired by Ron. Lavalette, the master of the sevenling, to write my first.

Sevenling ~ created by Roddy Lumsden, a Scottish poet
~ a seven-line poem composed of three stanzas
~ first stanza ~ three connected or contrasting statements, or a list of three details, names or possibilities. (all of the three lines ~ or ~ contained anywhere within them)
~ second stanza ~ similarly contains an element of three, connected directly or indirectly or not at all to the preceding stanza (again, anywhere within the three lines)
~third stanza ~ a single line that should should act as a narrative summary or punchline or as an unusual juxtaposition
~ the tone should be mysterious, offbeat or disturbing, as if only a fragment of the story has been told
~ title is optional ~ if used, then “Sevenling (first few words)”

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In the Moment

In the Moment

inner Self
          day-consciousness
complements
          in balance

breathe
          with calm
inner vision
          directed outward

In the Momentconsider a sphere
          influence
watch it fade
          emptiness

accept the warmth
          nothing
draw it inward
          with calm

close your eyes
          feel the warmth
always home
          belonging

compass needle
          to the real Self
core empowered
          completeness

central to experience
          full with oneness
gift of the now
          in the moment

 

This poem is inspired by Steve Tanham’s Radiance of the Invisible Pearl.

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needle – Open Clipart-Vectors at pixabay

Inharmony

Inharmony

Sinistrous
And murderous

Lunacy
Conspiracy

InharmonyCasting pall
Your nightly call

Ebony
Cacophony

Out with thee
And let me be

Nevermore
To hear your lore

Make your home
With somber tomes

Writ by Poe
As you well know

This poem was inspired by Euphony, by Beverly Crawford

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Now

Now

Thoughts like this call to me
Now and then
And then
I realize they’re always there

My lips may not move
Yet I wonder
Do you hear me
And miss me in the same way?

The time since may grow longer
But the time to come
When I may once more
Hold your hand is far shorter

This poem was inspired by Memorial, by Ron. Lavalette.

Known, Yet Unknown

Known, Yet Unknown

A friend you’ve never met
shares,
and you are the better for it.

Vision, with an eye for detail,
provides inspiration.

Vision, broad in perspective,
raises questions, brings understanding.

Vision regarding history
offer an interconnectedness.

Vision of the earliest moments
becomes a portal to the future.

And though still obscure,
as the final moment approaches,
a friend you’ll never meet
is willing to share it.

for Sue Vincent

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