Feet on the edge of a cliff,
hanging, hanging,
just one more push Mr. Wind.

Yet sweaty hands
cling, cling,
to unseen twigs,

not willing,
not willing,
to dive, deep, deep,
into the pit of love.
I have always been

brave, blunt, honest,
but I cannot leap,
else I’ll be a mess.

I am scared, afraid
to fall… for I know you will 

not catch me.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 13 of Poems for S
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bosom (a conachlonn)

Pain swells in the bosom of a song.
Long before the first note of refrain,
restrains fail to cease tears from falling.
Losing you, I wish will be my gain.

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In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.
C is for Conachlonn.
The Conachlonn is simply the Irish version of chained verse, examples found at Celtia.
The elements of the Conachlonn are:
  1. written in any number of lines.
  2. syllabic at the poet’s discretion, often 8 or 9 syllable lines
  3. assonant chained rhymed, meaning the vowel sound of the last syllable of the line is repeated at the beginning of the next line.
  4. written with dunadh, the beginning syllable ends the poem.


Blue Hole

Basked in between
the cerulean sky
and the silent sea of bluebells,
my soul is silently sinking ‘neath
the hole of void and blue,
as my aqua eyes search
for you.

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In response to dVerse‘s Poetics:Breathing Blue by De of WhimyGhizmo. Read her own blue-inspired poem here.


Just a reminder that there is always something beautiful to look at. Sometimes you need only look up.

For this week’s Poetics, I want you to do just that: look up, breathe in some blue, and breathe out a poem. Ponder the hue itself (indigo, turquoise, cerulean, cobalt, aquamarine, sapphire, azure, slate) for a bit, then write. Or listen to some blues, and write us some sadness. Or if you’ve got those late-summertime-can’t-seem-to-write blues, tell us about it – in poem form.


I’ll cling to you
until my fragile hands bleed
against your rugged, rough edges.

I’ll cling
until my candle-like fingers
turned cold in the absence
of my warm flowing blood.

I’ll cling
until my pink nails
turned dark purple
and almost dead-gray.

I’ll cling…
I’ll cling to you.
Even when you can’t cling to me too.

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Word-High July: Bughaw



I’ve been eaten up
by the expansive sea
and endless sky,
since you’ve been gone.

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In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 6 – Bughaw.

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The Believer

The Believer: A Nonet*

I reached the dead end called neverwhere
as my mind look for your traces.
My eyes didn’t see you go,
ears haven’t heard your voice,
skin haven’t felt you,
only my heart
believes that
you are

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In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites.

Today’s prompt is Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman.


The Nonet* is a popular invented stanzaic form that can be found all over the internet. Both Poetry Base and Shadow Poetry feature it as well as several other poetic communities.

The Nonet is:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of 9 line stanzas.
  • syllabic, 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line.
  • usually unrhymed.