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 National Poetry Month: Octopoem

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 National Poetry Month — Ghazal: Heart

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 Antenna of Time

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 Withering World

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 Contemplation on Hope

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 Reflections in Time