The prompt today is to write a poem inspired by hands. (For more details, go to POETRYisEVERYTHING.) I am reading a novel in which the characters recognize one another not by their faces, not by their expressive eyes, their noses, their lips, not even by height or the color of their hair or the sound of their […]
Today Chris’s POETRYisEVERYTHING linked me to another blog, elsewhere in the rain, which in turn introduced me to an Irish form, Ae Freislighe (aye-fresh-lee), which has four lines (perhaps more than one stanza) of seven syllables each and an A, B, A, B rhyme scheme. The blogger, Brendan McBreen, further explains that the end rhyming […]
As I didn’t do a great job of writing my ghazal (mine is not syllabic, for instance), I thought I’d direct you to Chris Jarmick’s prompt for today’s poem. I’ve always wanted to try a cross-out. I’m not satisfied with the result, but I am inspired to try more of them. And maybe it’s […]
My Headache Ghazal (and my excuse for not posting last night) What is a headache made of? Made up in the brain, of course, what I’ve called “an exquisite pain.” But why call the pain exquisite? What can that mean? Delicate, beautiful? An exquisite pain — from the Latin, sought out, from ex- and to seek. But who seeks […]