dVerse — Haibun Monday 94 — Summer Storm

The afternoon was sunny but the sky was a different cast of yellow than usual. The shade of yellow that portends a storm, weak with an orange-y shade of green to it. All there was to do was wait. There in the distance, a deep rumbling, as a bear or a dinosaur might make when…

dVerse — MTB 227 — Angels Near

Once peery twinkles, now opaque orbs. Ears batten, echoed messengers. Loved ones murmur denouement. Angels’ whooshes take me home. Image:  “Angel Wings and Heaven,” by Sherri’s of Palm Springs. Frank J. Tassone is today’s host of dVerse‘ Meet the Bar.  Frank says: Let us write our own Jisei. Write a haikai (haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka,…

dVerse — MTB 227 — Still

  Feathers flash — then thump.Is the chickadee stunned; orsomething more final?In the morning, still she lies;Night hunters left her intact.   Frank J. Tassone is today’s host of dVerse‘ Meet the Bar.  Frank says:Let us write our own Jisei. Write a haikai (haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka, Gogyohka) or haikai-esque poem that reflects on imminent…

#FF — Mantra

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter Warning: disturbing subject matter that may be triggering for some. Similar to a rotting tooth’s deep, throbbing pain and no dentist available for a month, George used whiskey to numb his deep, throbbing depression. Upon leaving, Patti’s eviscerating, “I want a real man.” echoed through his skull no matter how…