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- Like a Tree in April 2024/04/27
- Fraiku: Campus 2024/04/26
- Seven Questions I ask all my muses 2024/04/25
- So many trees, how could I not climb? 2024/04/24
- Heart of the Problem 2024/04/23
- Through the Window 2024/04/22
- Limerick for Bernie 2024/04/21
- Fraiku: Grumpy 2024/04/19
- Midnight 2024/04/18
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Like a Tree in April
We hold deep conversations when you’re not around. I explain why I don’t enjoy Star Trek: Discovery and what could convince me there was a god. You’re the perfect companion always asking the right questions, never probing where I don’t … Continue reading
Fraiku: Campus
Listen the protestors, unkempt, thin and idealistic, they are usually right.
Seven Questions I ask all my muses
If you were a flower, what kind would you be? How would you feel if you received a bouquet of yourself? If you were a cloud, what shape would you be? How would you feel about meteorologists? If you were … Continue reading
So many trees, how could I not climb?
The leaves beckon me to reach higher taunting with whispery voices then I look down and can’t see the ground Clinging tight to the trunk until I hear the dinner bell and friends gather laughing from the grass It takes … Continue reading
Heart of the Problem
Things get stuck in my mind, dates, places, trivia. It was useful as a student, less so as a husband. Never forgot an anniversary or a birthday or a lie. Every time she said “no”, I heard “never”. I wish … Continue reading
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Through the Window
Observing the teenage squirrels at play and titmice foraging among the leaves has convinced me. I’m moving out of my apartment and building a treehouse. Now that everything’s green, no one will notice a studio in the branches. I’ll leave … Continue reading
Limerick for Bernie
on her birthday There once was a woman from Orkney, who was always attracted to dorknies. Quantum Physics, her game and so she became entwined with a strangely charmed quarkney. Happy Birthday to my loyal reader and fellow writer, Bernie … Continue reading
Fraiku: Grumpy
Asked my doctor why I’m sneezing and bashful She prescribed happy pills but they make me sleepy At least I don’t get dopey For today’s prompt, pick an emotion, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem.
Midnight
Rain on the tinroof drowses me to sleep in a brave new world of annual thousand-year floods this summer tempest will be what dreams are made of For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tempest.
Moonlight Sonata
for both Ludwigs Beethoven only gave it a number, Piano Sonata Fourteen. Years later the poet Rellstab named it Mondscheinsonate and I will not dispute his license. For when Selene rises at sundown behind the darkened trees and casts a … Continue reading
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 