Evening of November 14, 2022

You are a misguided

missile, target lost

or simply vanished.

you are a lost

soul aboard a bus

that wanders midnight

streets in search of

heaven or hell.

~Nolcha Fox



in a gnaw

from dusk til dawn...

beaver moon


~Pat Geyer



muscle memory

this listless pull

of Ravel

~Mariel Herbert



cobwebs–holding onto the family secrets


~Mona Bedi



five elements the dichotomy of control

~Mona Bedi



matrimony the snap of a garter snake

~Kelly Moyer


monogamy all the missed chances

~Mona Bedi




acts of the apostles the color of sunlight


~John Pappas



metrognomic

~Mariel Herbert



oblivious

of the beauty of the world

the cockroach

~Françoise Maurice



nowhere

in the dream dictionary

kangaroos on the bus


~John Pappas


Evening of November 11, 2022

plunging into the gravity well of another holiday season

~Patrick Sweeney



hollow words echo well

~Robert Witmer



old marble quarry

I leap into

the unknown

~John Pappas



bad poetry implementing the contingency plan

~Kelly Moyer


 

made in the image I poem a moon

~John Pappas



engine english where does the kigo

~John Pappas

 

 

Anatomy of Poetry

A poem is not a structured creation of words

Words are not a defined compilation of letters

Letters are not the strokes of pencil on paper

Pencil and paper are not a composition of molecules

Molecules are not the organic formation

     of atomic building blocks

and atoms are not the result of compounded energy . . .

 

Nevertheless, energy is the consequence of the poetic mind

 

~Norman Cristofoli



there’s

no money in poetry

they warn

~Roberta Beach Jacobson


 

iambic however suggestible in somniloquy

~Kelly Moyer


Morning of November 11, 2022

Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) has nominated these two works for a 2023
Pushcart Prize (Poetry). Congratulations to Robert Witmer and petro c.k.!


Wherefore Art Thou, Earth?

What is the temperature

of Mercury? What cars do they drive

On Mars? Are they stupider

On Jupiter? More taciturn

Where Saturn turns? More in tune

In the heart of June

With the fourteen moons

Of Neptune? And is Pluto no more

than a dark Venus

in Uranus?


~Robert Witmer



Boop!

I booped

a Boops boops

(B. boops)

Boop boop!

The

Boops boops

booped

back

~petro c.k.