I’ve been toying with this #poetry constraint for many years, and thought I’d give it another go, using #haiku. Here are two which each use a palindrome of consonant sounds across the whole poem; vowel sounds are free:

I feel in sepia,
a fading lie, playing deaf:
a peace, no life.

All spring demands our eyes,
as a rose-idea, new,
muddying ripe soil.

#poemtry #PalindromishHaiku #WhatPassesForFunHere

When do words become a poem?
I’m asking for a friend.
Or maybe what I mean is *how*
do words become a poem?

And where’s the off-switch for it, because that’s a thing that’s useful to know in case of emergency. I mean, sometimes you just need to warn someone about impending doom, and poetry isn’t the best way to do that.

Although.

Unpoetic warnings of doom don’t seem to be working,
so maybe we should give poetry a try.

I, for one, would choose a world
wherein the world could be saved
by spondees and iambs,
by haikus and sonnets.

#WorldPoetryDay2024
#poemtry #poetry

The calling of owls
in the falling dark: long
accents of solitude

#poemtry #poetry #haiku ish

#haiku time

Between arid poles
we seek the healthy soil that
allows us to thrive.

#poemtry #poetry

#haiku time

Hand on skin, after
many days untouched, but both
skin and hand are mine.

#poemtry #poetry

A fox crossed my path this evening,
running with purpose not panic,
red orange brown in the half-moon dark.

A dancer’s turn and it was gone;
the road’s urban dullness suddenly empty of night magic.

#poemtry #poetry

A #haiku

The small plants in pots

by the window are taller

than the trees behind.

#poemtry #poetry