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    sideways

    there is a dismal weight of blood and bonesecured to the pain of it allscheming flesh longs to esape and take my soul with itleaking promises of reprievethere is a misery one can drinkit intoxicates making one dizzydistlled hurt...

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    it is in me to lovetwilight's gleam lay witness to my despaira soprano singing quietly of love lossso much so, even the mockingbirds inside me silencedmy depth of feeling overcomeleaving me adrifta great chasm I can't crossdesire's reprimand was...

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    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Chère C.,
      You hit hard.
      And every blow a hit.
      Don’t know which source you are getting from.
      Seems like I’ll never tire of it.
      Warm regards, Gus

    • There is a way you have of taking us inside, where we see and feel what you’re expressing. Not to the depth you do, I’m sure, but this one is potent. Beautifully aching. I can feel the pressure of the words trying to escape the heart, the chest 🧡

    • Well now, this is superb. Probably one of my favs of yours now. I’m interested in what inspired it. It has a great deal of weight being shifted from line to line, as if you can’t settle it in one spot. A heaviness lingering, perhaps.
      Well done, Crims.

      • hello dearest Styxian it is a heaviness within me for all the beings I loved and let down… sometimes I feel I should never been given the chance to fail someone so utterly thank you for your beautiful thoughts ❤️

  • Heartsongs⁓* (American Sestets)

          Heartsongs⁓*There came last night in melodya raptured song of mysterythat sang unto the soul.From in my heart a gentle breezehummed softly with resplendent ease,scrawled on a golden scroll.Dreamlike voices in ecstasybuilt chorals to intensity …sounds only...

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    • This is so passionate. Enjoyed this. Favorite line is “Dreamlike voices in ecstasy built chorals to intensity …sounds only lovers know.”

      • I’ve a theory, Fia 😏

        Lines of poetry that most appeal are those the reader has felt and most easily relate to … either that, or have fantasized and dreamed.💫

        I thought you might find a little bit of favor in this one.

        Fia, your reviews are always like a happy hug!
        Thank you ever-so warmly! ⁓ Richard🙏

    • Form poetry is an intimidating prospect for undisciplined free-verse poets (such as myself) Impeccable structure that does not take away any of the emotion. I’d say you nailed this one perfectly. Plus, you used the word “gauzy”, and I’ve been a big fan of that word for the last few years now.

      • Hello, Benjamin 🙏

        It’s a distinct pleasure to meet you and to receive your graciously appreciative review for one of my humble pieces.

        If you’d the mind to, I’ve no doubt you could use my American Sestet format to compose a virtual masterpiece of your own, that every poetess and poet would envy … and, I must take issue with your comment, “for undisciplined free-verse poets (such as myself)”. I say this, because there’s nothing simple or easy about Free Verse poetry … in fact, due to its lack of pre-set structure, it’s one of the most complex and skill required of all poetic forms, when composed properly.

        Then, I thought seriously about whether to include the session on Free Verse from my group “Back to Poetry Basics” to explain why I said above, that “I must take issue with your comment.” And, decided, “Why not? It’s free and will exemplify exactly what I meant.”
        I would love it if you join-in with the group, too: https://starsrite.com/groups/back-to-basics/

        So, here it is:
        ~———————————•§•———————————~

        SESSION THREE
        Wednesday, November 11th, 2025
        This session will be on the Free Verse form.

        ~———————————•§•———————————~

        FREE VERSE

        Because its unrhymed without a set meter or syllable count, the Free Verse is considered the most versatile of poetic forms. But, to be powerfully effective, it must flow smoothly and is NOT a narrative or prose form … it must have a poetic voice, spoken with rhythmic word-flow, with thoughts, feelings, emotion, and expressions grouped into verses, with appropriate line-breaks and enjambments.

        “Properly” composed Free Verse poetry will display correct grammar, including capitalization and punctuation … in other words, composed in such a way that any reader can follow and understand what the author intends and wants them to grasp in rhythm, speed, mood, inference of thought, feeling,, meaning, and emotional timbre (‘tambor’ – voice quality, tone color, tonality, resonance, etc.

        The heartbeat of Free Verse is imagery, metaphor, poetic syntax, and poetic voice, well-placed line-breaks and smooth enjambments.

        
“Iambics” work well with Free Verse, too.

        
There is no limit to lines or verses, topic or theme, mood, or otherwise.

        (Free Verse example by one of my graduate students: her last name is coincidental … not a relative.)

        COLOURS OF LOVE

        “What do you think
        when you look at me,”
        you ask?

        All I can do is stare,
        teary-eyed,
        speechless,
        trying desperately
        to find adequate words
        in describing
        such a beautiful life-form
        standing before me.

        “I see colors of love,
        as I have never
        seen them before,”
        I finally say.

        “I see tangerine hues …
        fiery reds of new dawns;
        saffron of rising moons
        against star-sparkled
        midnight blue
        of nighttime skies.

        I see golden suns,
        silver glints dancing
        in softly beckoning eyes
        of …
        fervent lovers.

        I see rainbows,

        flowers – I see, colors
        laid at my feet
        when kismet
        first painted

        You ~
into my lonely
        black ’n white world.”

        Dorina Jolene Jenkins
        22 Nov 2012

        ~———————————•§•———————————~

        We’ve covered a considerable bit, some of which you may already know and are merely brushing-up, while others are altogether new in the finer details of the Free Verse form.

        Questions or comments? Make them here so we can all share, or if necessary, message me anytime and I’ll get back with you asap.

        Lastly, write your own Free Verse poem from what you’ve learned so far. It can be about anything you conceive of. We can share them together next session and sort out anything that might be amiss … above all, “Enjoy!”

        We’ll see ya after tomorrow’s lesson … ’til then, “Keep Freeversing!” 

        ~———————————•§•———————————~

        Thank you sincerely, Benjamin, for the honor of receiving your appreciated approval, praise, inspiring words in review, and expressed enjoyment of this original American Sestets piece.

        I like “gauzy”, too! ⁓ Richard🖌

    • Beautifully penned, Richard. A very passionate write indeed, nicely done my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Many thank yous, Damian 👌

        It’s always a joy to have you select one of my humble pieces toshare, and to receive your gracious praise.

        “Happy Holidays 🎀 Syr!” ⁓ Richard🖌

    • Tremendous writing, my friend. Powerful.

    • Hoi hoi @Richard,
      Hope this finds you well?!

      I’m a Dutchman, and in the Netherlands we cherish our poems.
      Apart from the more or less serious/traditional poems (that I’m only vaguely interested in), we have the Hickeldy pickeldy (in English) or olleke bolleke (the same but in Dutch).

      Of the latter, I must have written hundreds of poems. Therefor, I am very interested in the verse form you pointed out.

      And I love the poem itself as well. In fact I love it a lot.
      Keep on keeping on.
      As Curtis Mayfield said.
      Kind regards, Gus

      • It’s an honored joy, Gus 🌿

        To receive such gracious words from a fellow poet who takes keen interest in poetic format.
        From some years past, I am familiar with the Hickeldy Pickeldy Dutch form, and (unlike you) have composed but a few, one of which I’ll post for your entertainment.

        I thank you most sincerely and appreciatively for your interest in my original form “American Sestets” … and, would be honored if you were to compose one of your own … we’ll call it a fair exchange, me with your Hickeldy Pickeldy, you with my American Sestets. 😃

        As Bob Dylan sang, too, in his “Tangled Up With Blue ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwSZvHqf9qM ), “I’m keepin’ on keepin’ on”.
        Kind regards, in-return, M’New Friend! ⁓ Richard🖌

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    Derelict Dimensions

    I am an abandoned building a series of echoing roomscreaky whispering floorboardscrowned by star freckled roofas time advances and takes its tolla structure solid...and decayingunhidden...but strangely unseensecrets bursting...but unspokenthe stories these walls could tell...memories from rafter to foundationit takes...

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    • I love abandoned buildings and urbex, places that have personality & soul. It really makes you think about all the stories and feelings that haunt those rooms long settled into stillness and the quiet noise of slow decay, so much like those old folks now mostly forgotten.

      • I am an urbex hound myself and feel much the same as you. I suppose that’s what made me follow that theme. Thank you 😊

    • Fantastic, and abandoned. Excellent.

    • Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend, your choice in accompaniment fit your words nicely. You have an ear for it in fact. Nicely done as always. I dig this a lot. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thank you, Damian. Coming from you, that means a lot. I try to hear what the words are saying. They always have a voice of their own and I guess I enjoy and connect more easily with them than with people frequently. Just gotta listen. Thank you, my friend 😊

    • Art at its best. We’re lucky to have you here Willow.

    • Now it matches you. 🙏💖

    • Willow, I hardly know what to say. It is a great honor to have something named for me. I am doubly pleased that it is a decaying old thing which — no, this is not an insult!– that it creaks, with unspoken stories and strangely unseen secrets; the wind does whistle through my cracked windows, my friend, and curiosity still burns with undying heat. another story is always waiting. Yes, you couldn’t have painted a better picture of me with a camera. Thank you for this lovely, lovely gift!
      FD

      • The stories untold are moments lost. When nobody asks, they remain locked away. My elders have been my rocks. The Roots I grew from. Without those stories, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Your young ones must feel the same of you, my friend

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    wait

    the portal shimmers then opensa soul of water and air walks througha being of light reflected in my gazemy head bows I don't wish to meet her looksulken sorrow pure of thoughtI'm concealing sadnessthe vision blurs through my tearswith...

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