ink blots on pages of time changing colours teasing in mutant shapes telling stories which are not mine the pen between my fingers asks what to write… A newspaper column A lightning ghazal or truth inscribed on stone? It’s all meaningless after my name Is wiped out colors, shapes of inkblots hidden tales will all … Continue reading Inkblots
out in the open -dreams I nursed secretly tend to go wild they wanted a separation ardently, secretly so… https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/21/mtb-5-line-japanese-poetic-forms/ https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/28/openlinknight-267/
I'd missed the prompt from Frank Hubeny, https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/07/doubly-perfect-fourteen-lines/ so decided to give it a shot here. they see ice crystalsthey etch a facethey give me a namebut that is not me they etch a faceunaware of rage withinbut that is not me-I burn in resentment unaware of rage withinthey see ice crystals-I burn in resentmentthey … Continue reading Fourteen Lines
threatening gestures uncalled-for aggression worlds withdraw into their shells out of orbits- not yet… who will recognize monstrous anti-gods? when the search for God has led nowhere so far, not yet… who needs an argument before they even form a point of view? so deep, scary … not yet I look into the … Continue reading Not yet
Creative Experiments and More 