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1 week ago

The Pequod and the Rachel It was the Pequod that pursued Moby-Dick,but in the end, Melville wanted usto remember that it was the Rachel,searching again for her own missing children,who came upon Ishmael - yet another orphan.

The Pequod and the Rachel - yet another orphan #poem #ronka #Melville

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

2 weeks ago

Book of Days In the Middle Ages, it was commonto always carry a book with you - that is, if you could read, andif you could afford books, and ifyou had the time luxury to read. Then you might have the Bible orBook of Days in a beautiful caseas you strolled like Dante through Florencelunching with primo…

...you might have the Bible or
Book of Days in a beautiful case
as you strolled like Dante through Florence...
#poem #ronka #books #reading

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

1 month ago

Healing Hippocrates, the Father of Western Medicine, once said about healing that "To do nothing is also a good remedy." He believed natural forces within are the true healers. Something inside me says, "Stop. Breathe. Heal."

What did Hippocrates say about healing? Do nothing
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

1 month ago

In the last minute of the world a daylily is opening beside tomorrow’s bud.A robin tends her two hungry nestlings.The sun emerges from behind a cloud.Peppermint, thyme, and sage lose their perfume.People outside, hugging, h…

What would you do "In the last minute of the world..."
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

1 month ago

This Garden of Earthly Delights detail from the painting The garden of earthly delights is vast.I can’t take it all in immediately.No one can. And so many delightsseem like horrors. Is that like Life?Is one’s delight …

This Garden of Earthly Delights - it doesn't seem earthly or much of a delight to me. #poem #ronka writingtheday.wordpress.com/2021/10/31/t...

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1 month ago

Strange Attractors With the two of us, it isorder within disorder, constantly moving and changing, and yet we are still attracted like the butterfly to the flower, the mothto the consuming flame, the magnet useless without its opposite pole, the attraction that completes a circuit in each person.The invisible area of energy and presence,We don't need to even touch to…

"STRANGE ATTRACTORS"
a #ronka #poem
I think relationships and love are #strangeattractors

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

1 month ago

Effect and Cause Cause and effect are constants. Or soI was once taught in school subjects.History seemed to be based on wars.Every war had a cause and effects. Science often worked backwards - first, an effect. We tried to determine what caused it. The puzzling explanations in my math classes about why numbers do what they do.The musical effects that I could cause…

EFFECT AND CAUSE #poem
Cause and effect are constants. Or so I was once taught in school subjects...
#ronka #ronkachain

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

1 month ago

AI and the Ronka Like so many of us, I have been using artificial intelligence more lately. I've done all kinds of searches and have often found the results to be surprisingly good. I now use one of the common chatbots whenever I do a search online. Soon, any search you do will use AI. When it comes to writing poetry, I find all the AI tools I've tried to be underwhelming.

What do AI chatbots know about my invented poetry form, the ronka? Here's what I found.
#ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

2 months ago

Older Than Ahab It's true. I am older than Captain Ahabwho was only 58 leaving New Bedford that cold Christmas Day, once again pursuing that sperm whale that took his leg.That white obsession that took his life. I've never sailed the ocean like Ahab,or like Melville, and I've never had such a quest that drove me forward, fevered, with a misguided kind of “Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs.” Illustration by I. W. Taber - Moby Dick, Charles Scribner's Sons, NY, Public Domain

"I Am Older Than Ahab"
#ronka #poem #mobydick

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

2 months ago

Spirit Spout While gliding through these latter waves in that one serene and moonlit night, when all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver and by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude. On such a silent night, a silvery jet was seen far in advance of the white bubbles at the bow. Lit up by the moon, …

A #foundpoem in the #ronka form taken from Melville's #mobydick
#fridaymelville

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

2 months ago

Comforter I pull the young night over me like it’s a comforter on a bed. Actually, it's the comforter on the bed that I pull over my tense face on this unusually cool early August night. The bedroom windows are all open, curtains parted, and I need to make the night darker, and soften the sounds of my wife sleeping and the worldoutside less and less and less real. Photo by James Collington on Pexels.com

COMFORTER
"I pull the young night over me
like it’s a comforter on a bed..."
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

2 months ago

The One Like black-shelled turtles emerging from underground tunnels,they hide their heads from the rain, scurry to their assigned dry places, shake off water, disappear – but for one blue shell that…

The One (a #ronka poem) writingtheday.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/t...

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

2 months ago

The River of the World I've been trying to empty my boat, but the river is so very crowded and more people want to climb in. I don't feel I can leave them out there in that broken, icy water. And people are watching me from shore. And other boats are drifting towards me downstream as I try to row upstream. Not knowing if anyone is in them.

...I've been trying to empty my boat
while crossing the river of the world...
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

3 months ago

God Rays Today, crepuscular rays, sunbeams, or god rays, shafts of sunlight that appear to radiate from a point, Sun, through cloud gaps visible because atmospheric particles scatter the sunlight.It seems brighter against the darker sky. That point, an illusion caused by perspective, like so much in reality. Twilight hours, the sun is low on the horizon, I am also low and my light travels through so much heavy spiritual atmosphere.

GOD RAYS
"...an illusion caused by perspective,
like so much in reality..."
#poetry #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

3 months ago

King For A Morning How indulgent it feels to just sit in a chair and read all morning. My new book, a cup of tea, warm silence filled with so many words. I am as wealthy as any king.

How indulgent it feels to just sit in a chair and read all morning.
#poem #ronka http://wp.me/p4ctFT-my

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

3 months ago

The Door Into Winter One door quietly closes and another opens.This longest night I also tilt away.That very low noon sun stilled me, sent my thoughts south to summer, until someone, no longer here, called my name.

The Door into Winter writingtheday.wordpress.com/2015/12/22/t... a #ronka poem on this solstice

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

3 months ago

Writing the Day Into Night That time, clearly night, but early morningaccording to the pie chart of timewe have constructed to keep our sanity.Darkness, but light glows inside and out.Mind slower, but unable to shut down. &n…

"Writing the Day Into Night"
#poem #ronka writingtheday.wordpress.com/2025/12/09/w...

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

3 months ago

Daycare It is something for the very young, and the very old, but probably something that should be part of every day,and all of us. I want someone to care for me this cold day.

"Daycare" Not just for the very young and very old.
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

3 months ago

One Ronka at a Time I am revisiting a post from years ago that is on The Music In It, which is by Adele Kenny, my poet friend, when she used the ronka form as a writing prompt. Adele had asked me to be the guest blogger and write about my invented form, including a few samples. This was in 2014 when the ronka form was new to me and the world.

Another blogger promoting my #ronka invented poetry form. Thanks, Adele!

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

4 months ago

The Scent of Old Poems Poets of my youth are very old. They walk with canes. They write poems about the past, and read old poems about love and sex that remind me of the aromas in my grandparents' house.

THE SCENT OF OLD POEMS
Poets of my youth are very old.
They walk with canes. They write poems about...
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

4 months ago

A Ronka Titled Psithurism does not invite the reader with its derived from Greek word psithuros, meaning whispering. The sound of rustling leaves or windin tree branches, a delicate, calming soundin this time before winter winds howl. I do like to learn a new word in a poem.

A #Ronka Poem Titled Psithurism
does not invite the reader with its
derived from Greek word psithuros, meaning whispering... but here it is

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

4 months ago

Elegy Written By A Churchyard Under the sequestered cool of hardy oaks,behind a noiseless gray churchyard, I rest. Not so far in time and place,from the madding crowd who will alsorest here, seated upright or lying down. With gentle nods to Thomas Gray and Thomas Hardy

ELEGY WRITTEN BY A CHURCHYARD
Not so far in time and place,
from the madding crowd...
#ronka #poem

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

5 months ago

The Tao of Sadness Flies Overhead Today The absolute underlying the universe combines itself with yin and yang in the Tao. The birds know. The way. A sadness. Nothing preceded creation. From nothing comes all. And to nothing we shall all return.

The Tao of Sadness Flies Overhead Today - The birds know.
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

5 months ago

The Geography of Hope At the antipodes - youth and old age -an estuary: wild river meets calm sea.An atoll of hope rings my island.On this worn multicolored map of relief,a compass rose showing all possible directions.

"The Geography of Hope" - At the antipodes - youth and old age ..
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

6 months ago

Lying To Yourself You're lying to yourself. All the time. Doctors might call it false memories but memories change each time we access them. This depression is the most honest you will ever be. The rest is delusion.

LYING TO YOURSELF
You're lying to yourself. All the time...
#ronka #poem

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

6 months ago

Lessons of Darkness Astronomer by Candlelight by Gerrit Dou (Dutch, 1613 - 1675) with a touch of modern technology This is a lesson taught in darkness.Not just night - but that lacking time when light is unseen. It is chiaroscuro without art, under an arch of lamentation. These three days have been unmoving midnight.

"This is the work of darkness - not just night..." #poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

7 months ago

Morning Light This morning light has a gray filter of clouds and a coolness unlike August. The hole in this summer doesn't cut the gray. I just want quiet sleep - sweet dreams when this long trick’s over.

I just want quiet sleep -
sweet dreams when this long trick’s over.
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

7 months ago

Not All Memories return to us, no matter how muchwe try pulling them into the present.But not all of them should bereturned – some better buried or even lost.Pasts with no present and no future. This ronka wa…

Not All Memories
return to us, no matter how much
we try pulling them into the present...
writingtheday.wordpress.com/2025/08/18/n...
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

7 months ago

Acting 534 B.C.E., Thespis portrays a character onstage. This Greek poet puts on a mask and becomes Dionysus speaking to the audience. My mask today makes me look calm, but I’m Lyssa and the mask is…

"Acting"
534 B.C.E., Thespis portrays a character onstage.
This Greek poet puts on a mask
and becomes Dionysus speaking to the audience.

My mask today makes me look calm,
but I’m Lyssa and the mask is melting.
writingtheday.wordpress.com/2015/12/18/a...
#poem #ronka

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@ronkowitz.bsky.social

7 months ago

Not All Memories return to us, no matter how muchwe try pulling them into the present.But not all of them should bereturned - some better buried or even lost.Pasts with no present and no future. This ronka was inspired by reading Carl Phillips' poem “Wake Up” which contains these lines: "...Wake up, for the falconerhas lost his falcon. He has heard that falcons are like memory, theycome back. But not all memories do, not all memories should."

NOT ALL MEMORIES return to us, no matter how much
we try pulling them into the present...
#poem #ronka #memory

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