The Oracle Speaks — Be Home Soon

Come Soon Dark poetry grows full,a frost over everything;clouds some say thrivelike blue in winter prairie,no verdant song out there. Come soon, quiet springafter cold dusk cover,breathe with warm murmura sacred dawn. Bonus message: by seed & raina happy gardenof color The Oracle Speaks through magnet poetry.

dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Golden Tuesdays with Family

Golden Tuesdays With FamilyFresh-washed, gleamed white against dull-greystraight, flat, dotted highway pencil draws me.New-tired beast jockeys familiar lanes with fasttravelers in myriad shapes with myriad hues.Crotch rocket riders zip between, daredevils with red death wishes. Blue Amazon dinosaursblock and slow flow. Orange construction conesbrake late summer five o’clock urgency to home.Iron arches and sandstone brick…

FFF 52 — Old Cameras

Granddaughter has started going to weekly storytime again at the library after summer break.  I met up with her and her parents this week.  They have a big room with a big screen at the front, with chairs in a semi-circle for the adults, and a crate full of alphabet-themed rugs for the kids to…

#FF — Done Waiting

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Done Waiting Gert rings two shorts, pause, one long, for Deb to bring tea. “Let me tell you how it’s going to be,” Reg says as he props his mud-caked boots on the tea table. “I’ll get you the money, I just need a little more time,” says Gert. “Done…

dVerse Poetics Monet ekphrastic — Twixt

Claude Monet. The Studio Boat (Le Bateau-atelier), 1876, Oil on canvas. The Barnes Foundation, BF730. TwixtSuspended twixt earth and skypixelated atoms, distinct, yet partof, a point in, on, a cosmic map;indistinguishable threads of irisseeing and being seen, omni-present synesthetic music, heard, breathed, smelt, felt, vibrations as conduits, direct interfaces with creative divine. We grok an…