Old Age: a Silver Lining

 

Eighty-four,

and not yet ready

to be gone –

but, with luck,

I'll pre-decease the looming

end of our planet.

Form: shadorma

Written for Friday Writings #112: Silver lining, at Poets and Storytellers United. 

That Moment When ...

That Moment When ...

you’re reading

a book she’d have liked

and thinking,

when I’m done

I must lend … then it comes back:

two days gone, she died.

Another shadorma for dVerse MTB

Haunting

Haunting

What is that 

phantom I discern

through the fog?

Can it be…?

Yes! It’s that shadowy form

(whisper): shadorma.

At dVerse, in Meeting the Bar, we are invited to try a shadorma, a syllabic form with rather mysterious origins.