Tag: prose poetry

“As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music”

—for Miss May Ziadeh You were close to me last night with your compassion and how you were cherishing me; I felt the feather-soft way your fingers moved through my hair, the shape of your hands familiar and welcome…You placed your face close to mine and whispered in my ear a little while, quick soft…… Continue reading “As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music”

“How the Pieces Fell”

My heart broke but I doubt that the pieces made it to Scotland. The bard poet was just about to be lead out with the guard, and I had been lead out the same way, unexpectedly; I am too languid now to read the rest of the book…Please forgive me, my friend, I have lost…… Continue reading “How the Pieces Fell”

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…as if I’d dreamed the tea cup, but found it first and remembered the dream in my own fancy when I received it and picked it up in my hands and looked… The design is just what I would wish…Green I often turn to and admire, green that feels like new sprouts and grass and…… Continue reading …*

A Dream from This…

I begin my dream I will hope to fall into, with the scent of the beach soothing me, surprising, such sweet suntan lotion warmed by the sun by my hands, in a book I’d found, softcover… and step into this photo I took tonight, the simplicity of night, white flowers, like jasmine flowers, the evening…… Continue reading A Dream from This…

“This Is…”

Humidity. This is the red flower moon full of… This is an anonymous lady shouting out, grilling, “Don’t be sorry, honey!” [to a man with her] of me, after there was no altercation, but only kindly manners, as he’d come quickly around a hidden bend, jogging toward my cart as I stepped aside, said I…… Continue reading “This Is…”

The Moon’s Different Forms Tonight

… Before bed Through the window, the moon is now shaped as a soft golden-yellow chrysanthemum and then like little square windows painted all golden-white…the tears left, the face kissed… while in the dark. —Jade

“Who Knew”

Calm, I knew well, interlocked, entwined with mine. Superior, yet open always…first, that certain pale blue, the expansiveness that is close, contentment…Trust, feel safe with my soul-friend; I’d heard from others you looking down often, none of your little news, and mostly I’ve been looking up since I would look, meet both places, eyes meet…… Continue reading “Who Knew”

From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”

Prose poetry was the form author May Ziadeh was best known for in her own time, and which I myself noticed instantly as I’d read this particular type of poetry of hers how it felt supremely desirable. A few passages I’d like to share from Fleurs de Rêve beginning with the introduction of the prose…… Continue reading From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”

A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses

Dear Sunglasses I Lost (Maybe 6 Months Ago), Where did you go? I last saw you near my home—I think I’d put you down by the forest and forgot you there, but I can’t be too sure. The only animal I could think of might’ve taken you was a fox…I’ve never seen a fox, with…… Continue reading A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses

Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)

Tues. Apr. 12, 2022 photo from Tues., Apr. 5th—“Pants by Peeko 🐱,” a perfectly good hemming this time, Peeko helping on his own when I got the pants ready (just ‘loungewear’, shown in previous post.) He was proud of both the task and his own joke: sitting like this holding the pants in place and…… Continue reading Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)

Happy Poetry Month, Gothic Novel Read, Poetry Collection by Jason Preu

two books by Jason Preu upon table, morningtime, captured within bright flashes of sun After I’d completed reading a new poetry book from author Jason Preu, one I’d picked to read first, The Avocado Among Other Fruits and wrote down my immediate impressions, I realized then it is April 1st and so begins Poetry Month!…… Continue reading Happy Poetry Month, Gothic Novel Read, Poetry Collection by Jason Preu

This Particular Moon in My Window—…For You

Mar. 18 The moon calms me, especially this one. This is a moon I wouldn’t have imagined looking exactly like this one. I send a kiss toward it, one single kiss like the single word refrain, that I mean very much. 😊💖🌕😴 Mar. 19 Imagine awakening to the scent of these springtime flowers and fresh…… Continue reading This Particular Moon in My Window—…For You

The Prairie Post: Willa Cather’s Set of Novels, O Pioneers!….

I will be reading my poem tomorrow, Friday, March 11th at Indelible’s online Poetry Launch event that will take place at 10 AM EST. This scene, from my balcony in Massachusetts, of at first, very thickly-frosted pine trees all morning giving way to dripping and trickling onto the melting ground with such warm winter sun,…… Continue reading The Prairie Post: Willa Cather’s Set of Novels, O Pioneers!….

My Birthday Celebration and the Mystery of a Very Fun Gift Coincidence

about Feb. 19th I enjoy a bright green leaf to chew, leaf of choice is parsley, and I can better care for the fresh leaves over the week with more experience, and that container I’d painted myself yrs ago…It’s brought me such a good feeling to see even ’tho I’d often be very critical of…… Continue reading My Birthday Celebration and the Mystery of a Very Fun Gift Coincidence

On Reading a Novel that Feels Far Away: Being Near to Your Own Feelings, Being an Adventurer

I find that this was a reaction I’d not normally had when reading a novel…and by the end the reaction changes; you’ll see…It’s been helpful for viewing the mind in general without strict expectations: I may read a novel and feel drawn to and lulled by the style of writing, the tranquility and ease of…… Continue reading On Reading a Novel that Feels Far Away: Being Near to Your Own Feelings, Being an Adventurer

New Book and New Author, No Land To Light On

I picked up this book No Land To Light On by Yara Zgheib among the new releases at the local bookshop and noticed I was walking as if I’d already planned to buy it; that didn’t bias me when I’d began reading at home either. At the shop, I glimpsed a passage of introduction before…… Continue reading New Book and New Author, No Land To Light On

Considering Love Made Seen

January 6, 2022 photos at sunrise for May Ziadeh My smile is because you delight me and more; I smile to delight you more. May anyone around me enjoy my smile too, feel the warmth you’d set within me, it could spread. I have been talking too much, my sacred treasures sometimes beyond the language…… Continue reading Considering Love Made Seen