Abecedarian: Kisses

Alive, breathing calm delight, --Erstwhile, fortuitous, guileless-- How I justify kisses like mine, Never observing passions quite right. So, take up vendettas, without exonerating your zeal. postscript Abecedarian for DFC day 22. Each word beginning with the successive letters of the alphabet. I cheated on X. I didn't…

Cinq-Cinquain: Like Hell

Dear God, I lost my way. Not again, fool, you think. I thought I had it all planned, but, It's hell. Alas! There comes a time When fools stand before worlds Thinking they can make a difference. Oh, woe! What hope Is found in this? What else can…

Rubaiyat: Space in My Eyes

My, how lovely is this quiet sea, Breaking on the shores and on the lea Curling, tasting of the air and wind, Taking with its waves a part of me. Give it back: the pieces I rescind. Night calls for the cobwebs worn and thinned, Stretching in the grass--a well-loved…

Indriso: Unexpressed

The warmth of you turns me into a mess, Overwhelmed and breathless at your touch. There's no one else who burns me, I confess. You are the king of night and day; as such You shall command me, come or go, for you. You take the flames and…

Lai Nouveau: Love Like the World's Ending

Love in excess, then: Life will fiercely end Like night. Take up crosses when The heart of a friend Goes white, Cannot comprehend Worlds of ruthless men. Hope is rising: bend And, breaking, distend. It's right For the sake of ten, For hundreds: defend The light. Love, hold,…

Haikus: Christmas/Winter

Stars shine bright this night Like diamonds laid in sapphire. What then is the moon? What lights up the sky? This is neither star nor moon. Come, Emmanuel. Snow is in the air Neither seen nor felt, and yet Brings sweet memories. No, love is not love Which alters while…

Pantoum: Foolish Generation

Oh foolish generation, believe. What lies have you believed 'til now? What hope have you insulted? This moment offers freedom. What lies have you believed? 'Til now Your vanity has held you dear. This moment offers freedom Like a key held out in prison cells. Your vanity has…

Sijo: Shepherds and Forests

1. Little lamb, what do you fear? There is no wolf, no waters rising. Beneath the shepherd's crook you rest unthreatened; you have no foes here. Gentle is your shepherd--he too a lamb, he too a lion. 2. Forests have long lost their secrets, revealing winter's…