An Epistle is a letter in verse, usually addressed to a person close to the writer. Its themes may be moral and philosophical, or intimate and sentimental. Dear Baba, Since you left us 26 years ago (and 26 years is a lifetime you know) – time passed, the world has not ended life stopped not,…
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D: Dirge
A Dirge is a brief hymn or song of lamentation and grief; it was typically composed to be performed at a funeral. In lyric poetry, a dirge tends to be shorter and less meditative than an elegy. Dirge to humanity He raped a three year old. Yes, in a stationary bus. While her five year…
C: Cinquain
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables 2, 4, 6, 8 and 2 in five lines. Bitter-sweet Are memories I gather, my soul feeds Drumming at walls I have built, now Weakened.
B: The Brevette
The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only three words in the poem, giving it the title Brevette. For more on this, see…
A: Apostrophe
An Apostrophe: An address to a dead or absent person, or personification as if he or she were present. HOLD Hold still, ease the frown let me see you one last time as you turn to go our eyes meeting over words unsaid between us. Hold softly to my image as I treasure your laughter…
AtoZ theme reveal.
Okay, it’s that time of year. Time for the AtoZ blogging, for long-time followers, the April thingie I do. If you do not like poetry, now is the time to de-link/unfollow me. Yes, do something about it (fair warning) because this year, I am exploring poetry forms. It’s new to me too. Yes, I am…
Phanush (Sky-lantern)
If I walked to the ledge where the sun sets, would I fall off the edge of the earth? Or are my words merely mechanical toys on which you build home and hearth? I had a dream once but it shattered left me clawing at the one who gave me birth. Now I try to…
Just this.
How can I let you know That choices are never choices That the options you have Are often governed By voices, not your own? That feelings are just feelings They pass. What hurt yesterday Today is water off a duck’s arse. You change, those ideals You wear high upon your breast, They change. You think …
Death wish.
I carved myself a death wish the day you died “Not one day over forty two”, I said “I cannot live more than half a life Without you.” I was denied. Nights like these I am glad that I am alive. When I watch my daughters dance And think of nights of chance With you,…
If a song…
If a song could tell a story what a tale it would tell… Of sweaty nights and wild exploits spouting from a bottle made in Hell. Of the lush kisses when it found a voice Pouting lips that caressed it as it fell. Of lonely nights clutching at mottled sheets Faces streaming with tears that…
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