‘This umbrella tires of holding up the rain’-S. Francis/SailorPoet

Gorgeous words from my dear friend S Francis


This umbrella tires of holding up the rain
Her water proof nylon grown thin, ribs
Starting to bend to the wind. A tired
Whisper: “let the rain drench you.”
Wind blown sideways, like the sky
Asking for directions, falling
To earth looking for suture to heal
Us: our stars and their stories.

This umbrella tires of holding up the rain.
It beseeches me to close it and look up
At the patterns raindrops make falling
Like a web of stars torn apart,
Looking for a new storyteller
To mix the tonic God pours down on us.
“Wrap your arms around me,” she says,
“Let the story fall on its own.”

Umbrella, I tire of holding back rain.
Open me up and let me catch it.
This mystery falling I can no longer solve,
So choose, instead, to break the patterns
Allowing the water to resolve its story
In rivers tumbling…

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Japanese Poetry Forms-Linda Luna/Dark Side of the Moon

I am not a big fan of rules in poetry but occasionally enjoy playing with the brevity of traditional Japanese poetry. Linda Luna of Dark Side of the Moon provides a great introduction to these classic formats

Dark Side of the Moon

Lately I have been exploring the many forms of poetry, both new and old, because sometimes I find it easier to write with a blueprint. Ultimately I intend to try my hand at every form I come across, for the sake of expanding my horizons, though undoubtedly I will use some of them only once. My main resource for this study is a website called Shadow Poetry: A Poet’s Writing Resource. Someone has asked me to share what I am learning, and I’m very happy to do so. So here is my first article about poetry, and I’ve created a new tab in the menu, “About Poetry,” for the express purpose of sharing what I’ve learned.

This first installment is about Japanese poetic forms. There are six that I have come across, and all of them are quite short. Evidently, the Japanese are fond of brevity.

Some characteristics…

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Ariel Poets-Christina Strigas and Alexandra Meehan

Christina Strigas

The exciting part about social media is networking and meeting like-minded people, especially if you are a writer or poet. A writer is a poet.

I first met Alexandra Meehan on Twitter. We have never met in real life, but our souls have probably met before. We became friends and we have come to appreciate each other’s poetic styles. I approached her a few weeks ago with the idea to open an account for lovers of poetry. We are both immensely inspired by Anne Sexton and Syliva Plath, who are two women who wrote about their turmoil life experiences. Men and women appreciate reading these two poets because through these women’s tough eyes the shape of humanity and relationships unfold in unique, female, poetic voices.

The pursuit of writing is an on-going struggle for writers and poets, especially women. Since Sappho, women have come a long way in poetry, but…

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A Mother Watches Her Child from a Window-S. Francis/SailorPoet


That child went off into the woods again
Walked through the gap in the stone wall
Over the seasons’ piles of collected leaves.
Rain does not fall, but lurks about in air.
Mist, perhaps, but really just a idle threat.
I look out the window and down the hill
Whose woods these are I know he knows.

Does he have a companion on his walk?
A horse whose shake of harness bell will ask
Why he stopped without a farmhouse near.
Perhaps a dog to nip at his heels, whose smile
Says there is no happiness but to be with him.
Maybe he will meet a friend, real or imaginary,
Someone who will know him from the inside out.

I see him bend before he crosses the stream,
Fills the cup of his hands with fresh water
To drink the tonic of brave adventurers
Who, like him, discovered each tree…

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Unforgotten-Kindra M. Austin

Kindra M. Austin


Ev’ry morning

I awake

in mourning


I still do

dream of you

and in my sleep

I hear you laugh

dream of you

I still do


I spied you perched

outside my window

pretty head cocked

black beak closed

I said your name

so you blinked

beady eyes

once for



Does pain fade?

Or does it simply befriend us?

I can think of you now without

breaking down.



absence becomes


but still



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A Conversation, Colored Lonely-Aurora Phoenix/Insights from “Inside” & Lois E. Linkens

Insights from "Inside"

(written in collaboration with the inimitable Lois E Linkens)

it is at night,
when the silence screams the loudest.
when the curtains are drawn,
and the candle snuffed –
the air is burnt,
with the orange glow
of the blackened wick.
a single star
in an empty sky,
a tiger’s eye
in the witching forest,
a lonely car
on the midnight highway.

in the daylight

the silence is shushed

its horns ground down

under the trampling of the day

it finds kindred spirits

lurking in the pauses

poised to pounce

between hither and yon

a rabid Chimera

intent on foiling its captors

it is at night,
when the silence grows its wings;
when it becomes
arms and fingers
that squeeze and squash,
leaving their purple stains
across my skin.
so tomorrow,
i’ll cover up –
for what does loneliness wear,
when it wants to make a friend?

in the daylight


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The Library Bandit-A.G. Diedericks/Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

She’s the clandestine love child
of Plath and Poe
Where it is dark
Her words will glow

You’ll catch her on every
Library’s most wanted list;
Armed with a loaded lexicon
Her paper cuts plagiarists
Nuances ciphered in arcane;
She transfigures
into the Bibliophile’s Cocaine

A Bonnie liberated
from Clyde
Enslaved by her soul..
She struts like a wildfire
at the ball of a debutante
Oh, the devil knows
she’s no dilettante.

The pyrotechnics of her chaos
rendered the sun jaundiced
She surfs on tsunamis
and dances with tornados
Ravenous hurricanes hunt
to copyright her name.

She pays the poet
with liquidated journals
of Iridescent nightmares
& cremated reveries;
scattering her history
in depths of poetry.

Her misdemeanors articulates
in solitude;
Where she silences her Demons
Hush, it’s story time..
A martyr for literature;
She fights for that killer hook
that forces the page to turn..
For she’s the book

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Accepting Guest Submissions Until 07/15/17-Cool Guest Submission Opportunity from The Ink Owl

The Ink Owl

The deadline is fast approaching! You have 3 days to get your guest submission in to be featured on The Ink Owl!

Open to anyone and everyone who follows my blog or whoever comes across this randomly.

I would like submissions to contain an essence of fantasy as well as reflectthis prompt:

“Into the deep I plunge.”

Submission Guidelines

  • Submissions can be short stories, poetry, journal entries, or thoughts. Short stories, journal entries, and thoughts must be between 300 and 1700 words. Poem should have no more than 600 words. Submissions can be previously posted or written, you don’t have to write whole new pieces if you don’t want to.

**As a courtesy to my younger or more sensitive readers, please do not use graphic language or excessive profanity.**

  • Each post will feature a short blurb about you and will contain a link to your site. Please indicate…

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