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The Chairmaker's Soul - a poem extract

Long gone are the days when poets would write in a formal style.

Spenserian, Petrarchan, Alexandrian- wait, I don’t know if the last one is real! 282 more words


Warmth (a haiku)

Wrapped in a blanket,
Warm, safe; nothing can hurt me.
Don’t want to get up.



October Farewell (a telestich)

Perhaps, every distressing step
that you make is a compulsory coda
that grants shifting shelter,
like a deep cold coverlet
or a carelessly concocted alibi. 11 more words

Creative Writing

Mortality (a tanka)

Bones bleached in the sun,
Licked clean by maggots and worms
Once living, breathing,
With dreams, goals and family.
Now dry bones in the valley. 32 more words



Over time I have observed
In fine verses walls preserved.
References that is to those
Which divided woods from rose
Gardens or perhaps a field – 68 more words


How to Win a Nobel Prize (A Haiku)

Straight outta Hibbing,
Guitar in hand, New York bound.
Think I’ll write some songs



Memento Mori (A Sonnet)

Went down the desert where the vultures feed
On human flesh rotting in the sunshine.
Pluck eyes, testicles, suck out the seed.
Bloated remains, corpses, on which they dine. 94 more words