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 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
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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end-stops, enjambment, lines, pacing, poetry, poetry theory, stanzas
April 5, 2015

Reflections in Time

Life slips away like the autumn leaves, fading into the dirt, crumbling to be made anew in spring. Our memories leave this same trail of forgotten moments, fragments — pieces that fit nowhere. Wondering all we’ve done, this deja vu, over and over– why can’t we see our past in full technicolor detail? The emotions Continue reading

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life, memory, poetry
March 11, 2015

Each of us holds a story

Within each of us lies a story. a small seed, insignificant at first, but with proper care and nurturing — it may one day grow into a tree. There it will shine with all the glory of the sun — the impact reeling across the minds of all who touch its leaves. Within each Continue reading

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