On Not Being You-- Dueling Senryus

Keep quiet, be nice.
            Do not love, be cold as ice.
            Alas, spineless mice!

            Just one life to live.
            Light poems that drip like old sieves?
            Meaningless missives!

            

                       3/3/2021
                         ~2~
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Michael Avatar
March 4, 2021 at 10:41 AM
Yeah...We want some action...a little attraction...at least some satisfaction...You are right on this one.
Romios Avatar
March 4, 2021 at 12:30 PM
What a sparkling comment, I do mean that! In and of itself it has dances and life. Thank you Panagiota
Cunningham Avatar
March 4, 2021 at 12:45 AM
Thankfully most of us are the opposite. Tom
Romios Avatar
March 4, 2021 at 12:28 PM
I trust in your judgement, Tom. Thanks. Panagiota
Awtry Avatar
March 3, 2021 at 10:25 AM
love the title and especially the first senryu. Second one makes me feel a wee bit guilty, like I need to write my opus maximus ;) Good stuff!
Romios Avatar
March 3, 2021 at 12:20 PM
Agree with you, PS, on all you said.))))) The second was meant to be what you felt exactly. We can all do better., meaning to challenge ourselves. There are so many forms to use beyond what's listed at the soup. Amazing! In these times, we have time to bloom like flowers, to grow, to question. To not be ......VICTIMS.... To make a difference in what we pen. To stop being part of the poem of the month club. We are far better. Hope I make sense, soup me, If I am not clear. Writing knock their socks off works.)) Panagiota xx
Hinshaw Avatar
March 3, 2021 at 10:13 AM
Very insightful verse, Pangie!
Romios Avatar
March 3, 2021 at 10:49 AM
Hi, Bob...thank you so much Pangie
Pigeon Tart Avatar
March 3, 2021 at 10:00 AM
LOL! I love it. I refer my battered old brain as a sieve when it comes to my writing, like panning for gold. Why I love senryu. Though I do try to pack as much heavy in my light as I can, loving to use all a word’s meanings at once. A fave! xomo
Romios Avatar
March 3, 2021 at 10:47 AM
Golly, a huge honor to have a fav for you Maureen. I have fallen in love with this form. There are more than 3 line SENRYUS, as well. There are many types.I love the rhymed ones, most. Thank you, poetess! Pangie XXOO
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