Phanrasmagoria
New Year
Robert Hansen Slant Rondeau
Nora Ameti Haiku
On strange tides of stranger weather, Ark unshackled of its tether, Arc so clear from ocean’s peak, I dread her hellish drop beneath, Cognisant of Terra’s pressure.
A Falling Twinkle, Promising New Adventures, It is a New Year.
Petrified in any measure, Am I true? Yet was I never? My mind consumed, I shift and shriek, Phantasmagoria.
Running Nora Ameti Free Verse
Soul and mind detached and severed, Ebbs and flows of now and never, Sweep across this land antique, Profound forces, perverse mystique, Alone, adrift, yet somehow centered, Phantasmagoria.
One step, two step, Breathe in, Three step, fourth step, Breathe out, Five step, six step, Don’t stop now, Seven step, eight step, Never give up.
Vase
d” “Untitle ra e n/Cam Unknow Gianna
Costan “Purple” zo/Cam era
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Nora Ameti Limerick
When the child broke his mom’s vase, He tried to put it back in place, He got out his glue, To make it look new, Then quickly ran off just in case.
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