dVerse Poetics — Lunch on Peacock Island

Lunch on Peacock IslandUpon velvet rose morning,before slab of green marble,a rice paper pale peahen with lustrous copper hairshade-bathed, a-blanketedunder neatly trimmed willow;impatient small wood nympha-wait for her fiery skipper.His wake preceded him.She stepped aboard beforethe dinghy touched sandand off she, her picnic basket, and wandering skipper cut through duckweed to Peacock Island’s fragrant speckled…

#FF — Family

Family I vaguely remember three hundred years ago. I am an idea, lying under Mother’s shade with my siblings. We sleep through Winter’s snow blanket. In Spring melt we, small brown pigs, wake to root in pungent humus. Breeze touches us all Summer until our greenery leaves in Autumn. Mother is ravaged by loggers; her…

#FFF 71 Yard and other pics

Seems like it has been awhile since sharing pics of the yard. With the torrid temps, days-long hazes, and other things, it’s fallen down on the triage list. The tomatoes are finally on the plants. The mortgage lifter plants are caged and trellised, which has made them grow up instead of out. They fell over…

dVerse MTB Thursday — The Ballad of First Sight

The Ballad of First Sight HimStill trapped by single lifeAt thirty-five years oldDecide to hook a wifeOn cherished marriage showStill live with mom and popYet wait til “I do”s doneBecause I’m dumb and hotAnd looking for some fun.Still smile the way her jawDropped when I dropped my loadWe’re married now by lawShe thinks that I’m…