Poetry

April 16, 2017

National Poetry Month: Octopoem

This was from a prompt given on Legendfire Writing Forum. Prompt was to write an Octopoem. Directions here. The fractal I created in Chaotica rather than my usual Apophysis 7.x program. Embers Scorching blue embers Straddles fall leaves Inside a small, thirsty forest Then a screeching sand-storm Sears and ignites the forest’s undergarments It cavorts… Continue reading

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April 9, 2017

National Poetry Month: Epistle

Epistle to a Loyal Friend On these yonder frozen fields, In the gaze of thy moonlight, I spy thy heart’s inner ills, the world a brush of starlight. We come down to the river deep in its waters we go the cold instills a shiver And I melt into the flow. Tell me why we… Continue reading

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April 4, 2017

National Poetry Month: Rhymed Tercet

My second poem for National Poetry Month is a Rhymed Tercet. The title of the Fractal is the Echoes of Spacetime. Creation by A. A. Zingler Blazing hot inferno explodes into life in its superheated soup of particles the spark of inflation rapidly spikes. Dust coalesced by gravity’s attraction form the weave of all galaxies’… Continue reading

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astronomy, cosmology, life, national poetry month, poetic meter, science
April 2, 2017

National Poetry Month — Ghazal: Heart

Ghazal — Heart By A. Zingler (fractal also by me) Explosion of pain incinerates the core of my being, broken heart. Lies told by others incorporates fear and doubt in my mind, shattered heart. Feet sink into cool mud, saturates my fragile spirit, a balm for my heart. New friendship blooms and invigorates trust shared… Continue reading

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gaslighting, ghazal, healing, national poetry month, poetry, PTSD
January 4, 2017

Healing

Splintered glass strewn across the ice, like a broken mirror that rips and throbs with the rippling cracks of heartache each drop of blood a window – My footsteps falter, the rain biting, I hold up my hands, streaked with cuts, my tears tangle with the droplets, and I dance alone into the night. Footprints… Continue reading

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October 23, 2016

Antenna of Time

My heart skips a beat, Darkness swells and crashes on the shoals of time – I can’t see, I can’t breathe. Spun into a tornado I hurl my spirit onto the crags, the molten decadence of hope– Don’t look for me in the moonlight, Don’t look for me in the daylight. Our feet balance on… Continue reading

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fractal art, poetry, PTSD
September 19, 2016

Death/Rebirth

Death/Rebirth by A. A. Zingler Emotions bubble and froth, the spring spills and spits into a torrent of motion, the light trails cascade and collide, and the black void pushes out a scream– I teeter at the edge of a long drop, the sky blazing blue with a hint of a droplet that graces my… Continue reading

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death, despair, emotion, growth, healing, hope, poetry, PTSD, rebirth, trauma
September 9, 2016

Withering World

Withering World by A. Zingler, myself. The world is clothed in black robes, the light diffused into a smudge of burnt umber, up into the starlight I look, but the sky is crowded with fog and haze of a world sickened and poisoned. Our future splinters into strands of twisted streams, each sagging with… Continue reading

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air, conservation, despair, earth, environment, future, hope, land, poetry, water, world
August 28, 2016

Contemplation on Hope

In a volatile world that rips and throbs with oppressive practices, tying us all into tangled amalgamates of despair, we toss a rock into the pool of hope, the ripples pushing outward and molecules — bumping and pulling against one another — destabilizes the roots of harmful systems. Each of us a converging stream… Continue reading

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hope, humanity, liberation, life, oppression, poetry
May 25, 2015

The Lines of Poetry

Sometimes when I sit down to write a poem, I struggle with shaping the lines. Part of the issue is that I have a lot more freedom to play around with sentences, phrases, fragments, and words in of themselves than I do in prose. This freedom will often leave me wondering what works best for… Continue reading

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