dVerse — Quadrille 129 — Dragon Lover

What is this curiosity we have for winged, scaled worms called dragons? Proof that subterranean vole-bait may transform to soar at-will? Is it their new capriciousness to choose “scorched earth” that attracts? They still sleep in dark wet, for godsakes! Then I spied one… It’s not easily seen in the picture, but the shadow of…

haiku to haiku slam

small glass globe once helda single moving treasure —now still sushi stench   image link I just read a poem that likened haiku to locust descending.   

Haikai Challenge 193 — Memorial Day haiku series 053121

Bones lie where they fell, bullets long buried silence –each Spring poppies bloom. Too many widowsstooped today, wilting at graves —mourning doves take flight. Uniformed, each Springthey march Main in Everytowntrying to forget.   image by Greg Cartmell Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge.  Frank says:This week, write the haikai poem of…

The Sunday Muse 162 — White Mums

Puzzled crow envies the puddled stillness of the moon tonight. Even clouds flee the stale smell of worm castings after the storm. Your screams were silenced in thunder; white mums will grace your tombstone.   Today’s offering is in the form of a Sijo, a three-line poem that is believed to have first appeared in…

Doodads — flowers in the rain

It’s been beautiful most of the week, sunny and warm.  There was a brief thunderstorm at the beginning of the week.  Wednesday night it rained by cleared by morning.  Later yesterday afternoon it became overcast again and rain began to fall.  Afraid of possible overnight frost with the temperature drop I went out to cover…