dVerse — prosery 17 — Starbaby

We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time. – from Hummingbird, by D.H. Lawrence Gerald was born at the seventh hour of the seventh day of the seventh month in the year of the dragon. Unlike his six siblings with blue eyes, Gerald’s glittered like emeralds. He never cried…

Harvest Moon — Goutam’s Writings

I read this beautiful poem by Goutam Dutta and knew I wanted to share it. Up early at dusk The baton of light is passed Harvest moon in sky. Farmer’s smile, brighter than moon Reaped crop, they carry home. Copyright @ Goutam Dutta Harvest Moon — Goutam’s Writings

#Haikai Challenge #159/#160: Fall Foliage/Goose (Kari) — winged company

They waddle cushioned green feedbeds, nibbling new shootsin crisp autumn air. They rise as one, one pink dawn,Wings in formation, on the way…     The Aleutian Canada Goose is mostly a herbivore, and is a primary consumer. They eat: grasses, berries, sedges, aquatic vegetation, legumes, succulents, clover, cultivated grains, corn, wheat, barley, soybean, and…

Doodads — Shelby and Silver Lake with a bonus video at the end

As I’m going stir-crazy like so many others, today I decided to take a drive north, to a couple of my favorite places to visit.  It isn’t only the destinations but the ride down country roads that don’t see much traffic in the off season.  My first stop was the maze-faux-labyrinth at Cherry Point Farm…

dVerse — MTB — Google Ask Poem — I am art.

  (i’m) not what you see;(i’m) bornof everything,everywhere —(your) way of survival. (i’m) fundamental;a god. (i’m) personal,relativelanguage,resistanceread aloud. (i’m a) verb, (to see)what you can get away with,(a) contagious yoga – dead dope. (i’m) just another form of screamingdead chords. (i’m) king,not always about pretty things. (i’m) pain,pointless without passion,stealingthe lie that tells the truth….