Tanka Tuesday 324 — Thunderbird Rise

Terri Webster Schrandt Great Sun called us forth as man crawled from wet red clay. We came to dwell here, perched in western sky, twixt realm messengers, with eyes attuned to slithers. Black knotted hungers multiply, feast on weary souls drained of spirit. We rise from Great Mountain thundered flaps, eyes lightning flash snakes poof,…

dVerse — MTB — Trust and Faith

Tuesday morning’s opened windows’ chill brushed ‘crost my cheek. A sigh released, relieved heat waved its way to scorch with oven gasped hush other hamlets; tender drum rains now beat. Wednesday night as shades are drawn a cold tale told as shawl weaves shadows round the moon’s glow Summer came too soon. Spring threw off…

#FF — Just Like Old Times

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin We met in fifth grade, when my family moved to Pleasantry. We were neighbors and best friends into high school. I always had his ear to share my secret shame. At seventeen I hitchhiked away. By forty, I was disappeared into a bottle, living in a boarding house. I don’t…

dVerse — Poetics — Beethoven – Symphony No.7 in A major op.92-II, Allegretto — garden party

“Masked Party in a Courtyard,” (1775) by Pietro Longhi Soothing heartbeatsjoined by joy; strings’ melody Sharp-creeped discomfortdigs deeper entrenchment Stronger convictionreaching course of action Emphatic boom big hornsmarch towards doom Tiptoe echoesdawn insight Pleasant flowery meadowpipes cushioned respite For a momenttentative fingers of freedom Inhabited support marching background Shifts sip marchsoft endorsement Pizzicato pathwaysrecede to…

dVerse — Monday Quadrille 178 — Must Be Present to Win

Art by Jared  design Life is your televised game show. Spin the wheel of fortune to test your luck; make choices that can put you in jeopardy; starve alone for weeks in wilderness. Life isn’t something you can call in. You must be present to win. No reruns. “Wheel of Fortune,” “Jeopardy,” and “Alone” are…