#FF — Sanctuary

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Sanctuary Laurel doesn’t get the geometry of religion, only that most of them have females drawing the short stick; and those different, between-genders draw matchsticks that want to burn them at the stake. As she’s a spiritual person seeking sacred community, she decides to do online research to see if…

dVerse — Poetics — Waitless

WaitlessHeart in necrotic sorrow,I prepare myself to… wait.Your tardiness attests refusal.Anxious, I must ask whycan’t you glean my despair? A filthy blindness’ habit of time.Robe-cocooned, poised for tea timewith brew that sleeps sorrow,mutes screamed despair.In impatience I waitfor your shadowed knock. Whyentrench refusal?Shall mission meet cruel refusalwhen control of early end is time’sonly control we…

Doodads — witch hazel, prickly pear, and more

Friday and Saturday were spent mowing, trimming, and hauling bricks to the middle of the yard to build a foundation for the Amish-made lighthouse that has replaced the eroding, ant-infested wishing well my stepfather built for me many moons ago.  When the wood-shingled roof of it fell off last fall, a plan to replace emerged. …

dVerse — Q201 — Noneday

Noneday Do you know sacred place in sevensie’s space? A time of no-time? When calendars flee? Breath, unfettered, appreciates all, exists between, within Noneday, all dwells without names, only senses attuned, communed. In wordless apprehension, music of wind travels skin sings stories scent of cinnamon. Note:  The word Noneday came to me today when I…

The Oracle Speaks — Ocean Asks

Ocean Asks Ocean asks salt: I will remember, but can desire decay? His dazzle, a brilliant man of steel, to old peace of cake? yes, i know, wrong use of peace, but it was what i had and it fit top image “Abstract Seascape,” by Julia Bars brought to you by magnetic poetry poet’s kit

24 SSPC 33 (1st week) The Beginning of Summer, (May 5 – 19) Rikka and dVerse OLN 361 — transition, joy, and mystery

transition father’s wishing well restscrumbling in the yardhome to small brown ants and large haunting regretspushed over, rolled asidereplaced by lighthouse joy sleeping koi awakenin warming waterconfetti swirls, hungry anticipationfor gifts from tiny handsdelighted to give mystery turtles and frogs clump onlogs and algae bedsafter long sleeps; how they rest in quietudeamidst hue-song riot is…