I write because I read. I read because I write.
Sun’s love for moon’s eternal. They may not shine together but they still share the same sky. I hope we’re like them, but we’ll ne’er be, ever. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 31. — The Endecha is a " The Canción triste que encierra un lamento", ("sad song that locks up… Continue reading Eternal: An Endecha
Don’t wait for someone to tell you you’re beautiful, you are soulful. Your heart and soul are fresh and new. The truth is as clear as white snow. Simple or not, make-up, without, your real and raw beauty will show. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 30. — The Onda Mel is… Continue reading Simplicity: An Onda Mel
You blurred my clear windows. I’m burned. I want to start again. I can’t. Upside down, it’s still you my love. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 29. — The Musette is an invented verse form that presents the challenge of writing in very short lines. This form was introduced by Emily… Continue reading Upside Down: A Musette
Silence of sea shells against the roaring blue waves, peace amid chaos. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 28. — Senryu So if you are wondering if a 3 line, 17 syllable poem is Haiku or Senryu, you can pretty much place the serious poem in the Haiku column and the more… Continue reading Sea Shells: A Senryu
Sweet scent of wildflowers has sadly failed to be my favorite scent. I still long for your smell. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 27. — Kimo is an Israeli version of the haiku, found at Poetry Kaleidoscope. There should be no movement in the imagery. The Kimo is: a tristich, a… Continue reading Favorite Scent: A Kimo
Smiling sun always arrive with the hope of a better life. Maybe we are the only exception. The poor ones inside a rich legion. Dark nights are definitely ours, but mornings restart our hearts’ wars. Once the sun rays start to shine, they remind me you are not mine. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo… Continue reading Abandonment: An Aubade
Dripping red blood from her pale wrist she cut deeply. Dripping red blood screams her pain she kept hidden, locked. She relish the pain silently, her final seconds end slowly--- dripping red blood. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 25. — The Rondelet is a relatively short poem using the entire opening… Continue reading Red: A Rondelet
Fantastical aged tales captivates young and old. But they are nothing once our own love story was fin’lly written, told. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 24. — Flamenca or Seguidilla Gitana carries a fast staccato rhythm. It is a variation of the Seguidilla. The Flamenca is: stanzaic, can be written in any… Continue reading Fantastical: A Flamenca
You have dangerous eyes. They trapped me willingly, like a lunatic lost in love and lies. Close it so I’ll see light. I don’t need rescuing, my mind can regain its own wit and fight. Alone I will be fine. Like a new butterfly flying I’ll flourish, exist on my own, all mine. — Photo… Continue reading Dangerous: A Deten
If grief’s a black smoke we’ll all be blind now. Killings, murders, hate are they nature’s calling? Or we’re just all fan of dying? — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 21. — The Naani is a stanzaic form found at Shadow Poetry and is most often an observation of human relations or… Continue reading Nature’s Calling: A Naani
