Velvet rosemary blooms,Each branch tip clustered withSilent choirs of profound.Secrets will be revealed;Each fragrant unfold bringsLavender mysteries. Opening inside, whereFresh pollen kernels flushYearn to pulse forth with life.Oh, receptive vesselsUnderstand their calling;Receive their humble gift. Will you appreciateImpromptu miracles?Sentient messagesDelivered fresh with love?Oh, gentle reminder:Mother always knows best. The rosemary bush I watched all…
#FF — I Remember
The first time I can remember drawing it was in first grade. Our teacher walked around the room asking students questions. “Where is that, Jeannie?” I didn’t know. In middle school, they asked the same. By high school, my technique flourished and teachers submitted my works to competitions where they won prizes. Now a freshman…
dVerse — Poetics — Boozin’ Pondered
Warm burn seeks out the belly.If only the shot glass would levitate away then, how much disintegration –of relationships, places, and things–would never be? How much sleaze, fist would not wound? How many ravaging truths unspoken? How many blubbery tears uncried? How many uncrushed motor vehicles? Unbroken bones, unmaimed flesh? How many less court costs…
Tanka Tuesday — back then
back then my copper skin a silken instrument played sweet under his spellbinding but now my color’s drained, a limp gray scarf crumpled, numb, forgotten; left to dream of back then Butterfly cinquain form Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says: Use Eugi’s theme, the gray scarf to write your choice of…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Autumn’s voice (aki no koe)
After turning off the sound machine’s waves, walking to the toilet and hearing my morning tinkle, I pad down the carpeted hallway to the kitchen. Dotty gives a soft meow as she curls around my ankles. Where the floor registers’ heat poured silently from them, the new heating system whispers warm that is felt more…
dVerse — MTB — Taste Buds
Image from The Book Inscriptions Project. Follow the link to learn more. Alex- A few moments of reading pleasure in return for an evening of sensual delights. Dennis, October Bacchanalia 1994 Sent November 1, 1994: Dear Dennis, Is this a statement on my lack of reading prowess — or did you just want me to…
#FF — So long
PHOTO PROMPT © Starsinclayjars Yuri had been a teaser from day one. “Your skin is the white of curdled milk.” “Where’d you find that dress? At the circus?” It had been part of a mildly aggravating yet electric courtship between them. Yuri made Hilda laugh which helped make a sweet sauce for midnight desserts. Twenty…
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