Seize the Ink

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
~ Ezra Pound


Ink won’t wait
to be shaped.

Thoughts must be
seized and quill(ed)
when they want,

if feels are
to become


the wee notes…
– after sharing Ezra Pound’s poem… Kim, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invited us to write a piece about “just doing it”. So, I just did it. In the shape of a Tricube: 3 stanzas of 3 lines, each line 3 syllables.
– linked to Poets United.


Write with Me

I shared this on Instagram and Facebook, and since I want to write the wee story for tomorrow, I thought I should post it here as well:

“I lust after interactive writing (and my head needs to do something with my time in hurry-up-and-wait-for-doctors limbo). So, my Wicked Luvs, let’s story a poem together.

Tell me, what does this piece say to you?

I will expand this senryū into a 55-word story-poem, which will be fed by your responses. Come on, play tales with me… you know you want to.”

So, what say you, m’ Luvs?