Hi, poetry lovers. Although not iambic pentameter, it's still blank verse. Image in the Public Domain (Wikimedia Commons Like Gone                                        The scene you don’t want to watch,

Falling Star by Witold Pruszkowski (1884) - Image in the Public Domain (Wikimedia Commons) You'd Wish                                        We’re gazing at the stars bright

Ballerina II, photo by Gerald Pereira (2011) on Flickr - Image free for commercial use, under CC2.0 licensing Jewelry Box                            I don’t have much of this I now remember.

Picture of my own, taken at "La boca del río" in 2007 Cumaná Holds On                                White elephants walk in the sands long lost.                                Hollow the salty

changing winds Original poetrty by @dmilliz Nov.16.2018 The changing winds, he was only 22, slept and never woke, his body as cold as a morning draped in pre-winter solstice. And here I am complaining

source What is the meaning of life, for all I see is strife in the eyes of those who despise living. life is giving, life is creating, life is loving without hesitating? Tainted are the marbled eyes scrolling

Oil painting by Eugenio Zampighi (no title or date) - Image in the Public Domain Last Friday I found on the Web an oil painting (above) by the Italian painter and photographer Eugenio Zampighi (1859-1944),

Broken Street Lantern on the Campus, UDO-Sucre - Personal Archive “I want to do to you what spring does to cherries” (by Acción Poética Cumaná). The piece stands on the old wall with peeling paint like

Woman in front of the Mirror by János Vaszary (1904) - Image in the Public Domain Whenever I see how cerebral sonneteers seem to be—at least to me—, I remember what E.A. Poe says in his essay The Philosophy

Hi, poetry lovers. It's been a while since I didn't post a poem, although I've been writing some (which never seem OK to me). ◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘ As you may know, a Petrarchan

Blackie - Personal archive They say a black cat crossing your path is bad luck. Is it? I do not think so, and I really thought this was an old-fashioned superstition; however, Halloween is coming, and

Nemesis is the goddess of retributive justice, solidarity, revenge, balance and fortune in Greek mythology, according to the definition provided by Julián Pérez Porto and María Merino. It is a primordial

Title page of The Book of Urizen (1818), copy He who created the hen and the chicken To begin with, let us remember these lines from the Book of Genesis: "1 In the beginning God created the heaven

The Fly - Engraving by William Blake (1794) - Public Domain Image The speaker in “The Fly” compares himself to the insect; after all, at least to his own understanding, they seem to act alike, just as

CC0 Creative Commons Image The Fly At this point, the very beginning of my attempt to offer a fair reading of one of my favorite poems on this world of fancy, you already know this will not be about the

Ingenuity has no age Ingenuity has no age I know about you from a morning next to the beach. You were a writing genius. I had The color of the chasms And the fear around me. After I found out about you,

Coast of Cumaná - Personal Archive Imagination is two steps ahead. It is an intelligence in its own right; it lurks or moves swiftly, depending on its mood and on how motivated we make it feel itself.

Death in the water Death in the water Cormorants in black suit, ocean crows, the blue waters explode when you hit the fish A galley shines, on the edge of an abyss at the bottom of the sea, storm shipwreck

Epiphanic mirror Original poem Eternity harps, nail file that languish in the vault of heaven, denying the Sibyl his most ardent desire for finitude, which is good for simple humans. Who translates the

Tranquility Stillness of the mind, in this state you shall find yourself. The noise of this realm distorts spirituality and reality. Silence is hard to find in the bustle but find it we must. Thoughts