Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)

Joined January 2020

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Bio

Poet Organizer of Phynnecabulary and Co-Director at the Poetry Global Network. Has too many cats and dogs a-plenty. Enjoys karaoke way too much. https://linktr.ee/phynnebelle/

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I Can Tell You What It Isn’t
It is not the absence of feeling. It’s not being the wait, instead of the action. It is not playing the cards, and sidestepping silly love songs.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)about a year ago in Poets
Southward (A Panku)
Your sleeping face anchored my brain, mooring of sanity to this place without your curious joy pointing southward, your paintbrush tail indicating northward, my mouth erupted sound
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)about a year ago in Poets
Mistaken Identity (A Triolet)
My dream was about you last night: Funny thing, though. You weren’t in it. I mean, you sure, but not quite right. My dream was about you last night,
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)about a year ago in Poets
Sea Air
It will be your sleeping face that stirs my passion, still, I will temper what craves sleek, hidden away. I anticipate our time of awakening
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)about a year ago in Poets
Awaken!
Rise from among the clouds, siren keeper! See the sun scrawl, gold-tipped pen thick strokes stirring the skies hues. The stars are disgruntled
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)about a year ago in Poets
Optimistic Ed, the Cunning Witch, & the Forest Troll
Once upon a time there was a optimistic boy called Ed Poetastic. He was on the way to see his dearest friend, Rosita Rosette who lived in the next town.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)2 years ago in Fiction
A Small Grace
Come along now, didn’t you know yet we were going Into this wide world field, we are picking wildflowers, Shy child in every shade and size we can find. We will
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)2 years ago in Poets
Indian Mango
I very much wanted to create a series of nonet, a nine-line poem of descending syllabic count, that recalled themes of nature, my childhood, and my fast-fading recollection of the accurate details of this seemingly idyllic chapter in my life.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)2 years ago in Poets
LAKE | CANDLE | GODDESS
Pine. Opine. Goodbyes will come at the beginning. Because love is set with limit not seen, Love’s timer commenced ticking
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)2 years ago in Poets
Catch of the Day
The sign proclaims: Mermaid walking. Command or warning She does not pause to make plans Instead puts her back into it Sucks in her gills, because man
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)2 years ago in Poets
Mother Tree
The glory of this day is not yet apparent. 1. Avert your gaze from staring directly into the sun, in challenge. 2. Stomp the ground to raise the soil around you, in fine clouds of dust.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)2 years ago in Poets
Metamorphose Twelve
1. Know LOUD is seen, seen can touch the hem of Love. 2. Family can come in divided form, help draw the line, but plant feet on both sides.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)2 years ago in Poets

Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)

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I Can Tell You What It Isn’t

Southward (A Panku)

Mistaken Identity (A Triolet)

Sea Air

Awaken!

Optimistic Ed, the Cunning Witch, & the Forest Troll

A Small Grace

Indian Mango

LAKE | CANDLE | GODDESS

Catch of the Day

Mother Tree

Metamorphose Twelve

Stories (26/0)