Embrace life
As Sunday morning blooms
Conquering gloom
With dawn’s golden light.
Triumph over shadow
Let your spirit fly
Transcending sky
And earth below
Let’s bury doom, grief and strife
And shout the shimmering story
Of newfound joy and glory
From embracing light
Naming a favorite restaurantIs like choosing your favorite child:Each unique,Each essential,Each cherished. Oh, wait…Back on track. Salad bars with crisp greensBreakfast nooks with skilled grill cooksShabu Shabu, Hot Pot nightsWarm flames searing sizzling meatKorean barbecue, Tepanyaki grills. Burgers, fries, and rootbeer float,Ramen noodles in umami brothChips and salsa, save room for flanSpanish, Greek, Italian, French…
I am from subtle chlorine smells
Lingering on skin
After hours-long stays
At the suburban community
Swimming pool
A writerI admired oncetweeted”Doing thisdoes not make youa poet”I paraphrase(of course)butthat postcutdeepto my corejoy I revelin wordplayshreddingthe pleasurethat placementsof wordson a pagepresentsurelyshe doesn’tsee secretshiddenin continuedclustersand combinationsisolationand gapsconcealingcontext and connotationrevealed inpatternson a pagehow dare she judgethe wayIwrite?Meh!It’s allsubjectiveanyway Try This I enjoy experimenting with enjambment, free verse, and line breaks. One way I do that is…
Our Blended SongListen and smile.Let the harmonies begin.Your music,your beautiful harmonies,wouldn’t be as richwithout this blend.Bring chocolates,blend colors,paint harmonies.The secret:we will stand,we will endure.From idling,your song escalates,it elevates;an exchange playedin double time.Our beautiful harmony:Sometimes hot,sometimes cool,like flavorful,bubbly beverages. Poems That Inspired This Mashup The Art of Blended Harmonies: More Than Just Sound Think about your…
Peacocks: although pretty, they’re pretty loud. Porcupines: their spines make painful quills. Skunks: I’ll be blunt. They stink.Snakes: I really don’t like snakes. Elephants: nobody has that much space. Hippopotamuses: the worst Christmas present ever. Structure shapes how a poem is read and felt. In Six Squared Poems—six lines with six words each—the constraint creates rhythm…
Herbie,
my comfort hamster
moonlights
as a sleep consultant.