Tuesday Threesome

Dropping three poetry videos from my YT channel I hadn’t stashed here yet. Finally realized how to change my YT handle from @tricia7907 to @micropoetrybytricia yesterday! It’s been fun learning more about that platform. For the stock videos I use picmonkey and the music is free from the YouTube music library. It’s not the widest selection, but fortunately I have found some that work for these short vids.

Realignment, or: The explosion

Check out my otherworldly collaboration with David from The Skeptic’s Kaddish! ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ

The Skeptic's Kaddish ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ

Poetry Partners #152

A poem by Tricia Sankey

A tanka by ben Alexander of โ€˜The Skepticโ€™s Kaddishโ€™

lying on the floor
finished, shattered by the fall
hands limp from fatigue
the fractured face of Venus
aligned with her Mars again

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Thrilling Thursday News!!

I’m honored to announce that one of my poems has been accepted into this upcoming anthology edited by the talented, Gabriela Marie Milton!

Want to submit your own poetry? Submissions are open until January 3rd, 2023. From the editor:

Are you ready to explore your childhood and tell us what you see there? Are you ready to bring us the magic, the joy, and perhaps the pain of your childhood?

Every life is a miracle. Every child is a spring bud. Bring us the whispers of the spring bud you were, the mysteries and the happiness of any festive days celebrated in your culture. Remember your motherโ€™s lullaby, your innocence, and the eagerness with which your eyes absorbed the world. Remember your father, and your grandparents. Behind your childhood memories is the person you are today. Childhood always comes first. Maturity comes later. Childhood is the pit of the fruit. The fleshy part is maturity.

We are aware that returning to childhood is not always easy. Sometimes innocence with her spring eyes and cuddling dreams is accompanied by pain. We are aware that there are millions of children who suffer in this world. There is poverty, orphanages, child abuse. If your childhood was difficult we understand it is painful to write about it. However, if you feel comfortable writing about, we will eagerly read your story.

To those of you who want to undertake this journey:
Pick up your pens. Tap your keyboards. Mesmerize us. Immerse yourself in your memories and give us your best poems.

I’m also excited to be putting some of my short poetry to videos on Instagram and now Youtube!! Click below to listen to my latest offerings! And don’t forget to like and subscribe!! ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’—

Blue Canoe

In a blue canoe
we kill the time

with you rowing
in the rain

cracking jokes
(I just can’t get)

it’s a silly dream
as we head

and I stay drenched
wondering why
beneath blue sky

Photo by Igor Ribeiro on Pexels.com

Written for dVerse MTB (zen poetry)
I was having deep thoughts yesterday about my older poem below and decided to continue pondering the blue. Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas as dVerse takes a winter break. I’ll probably be posting a little less here over the next few weeks, but you can still find me on Twitter and Instagram! ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ…๐ŸŽ„

(edit) I know Zen poetry is supposed to be about enlightenment, but the epiphany in this poem is the full realization that I’ll never know it all and that’s okay! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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