Okay, so I realize that I promised to get this up yesterday, and that totally did not happen. But at least we have a whole month to write these poems! Oh right, unless you read my post on Tuesday, you probably don’t know that Schizophrenic Summers is changing to a month-long submission period.
Our last round of poems featured chastity as the theme, and produced one poem about holding women to certain standards (ideals?) and one about holding love to no standards at all.
Structure: Free verse Continue reading Theme for October – the Virtue of Giving
For those of you who have been keeping tabs on Red Strings in recent weeks, you may have noticed that the well has been… drier than usual. This can be attributed to numerous reasons: vacations, weddings, new jobs, crashing computers, more weddings; our writers have had a busy August and September. Continue reading New Plans for Schizophrenic Summers
Sea of Love
Cast your line out to find some love,
Or cash, or pleasure, or some semblance of compassion. Continue reading Free Verse – Chastity – SD
I Find Your Lack of Moderation Disturbing
Temperatures rise in the
Blogs and talk shows, they
Spew vitriol. Continue reading Free Verse – Temperance – SD
My First Ambulance Ride
A crack like thunder rang through my ear
As the world’s palette in front of me was smeared.
Pain ripped through my side like fire,
And my life lost its grip on the tight-rope wire. Continue reading Free Verse – Kindness – SD
How ironic that my poem for diligence is submitted a full day late.
Fifty-plus years on the cement floor
Or those hollow wood planks where the ships come home,
Rivets and chains convey the slow roll:
Light the fire, turn the gear, churn’em out, let’em go. Continue reading Free Verse – Diligence – SD
Countdown to Serenity
Ten’s the magic number to quell the rumbling thunder.
Nine will give ti time to settle and subside.
Eight more to wait for the heat to dissipate. Continue reading Free Verse – Patience – SD
Like Pope Francis I
I once knew a man who walked every day
To and from his office at the top of a skyscraper.
He had a black car which cost more than most,
But he left it at home in a locked garage. Continue reading Free Verse – Humility – SD
Burning Soul VII
Maybe I should just be a hermit
An aescetic in the wild, the nomadic child
Of wisdom and love, truth and light —
Years beyond your narrow conventions of time. Continue reading Free Verse – Pride – SD
Last month, I wrote the first of what I intended to be a series of articles on creativity. Continuing on the theme of learning how to channel your creativity, I’d like to explore how one of my biggest creative inspirations – music – affects my work. Continue reading Creativity Sessions: What’s Your Creative Muse?