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.
Author: Lisa or Li
mother, grandmother, gardener, observer of nature, reader, writer, learner, bicyclist, woman who runs with the wolves, lover of music, philosophical daoist. Welcome.
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…
TNG 90
Today’s # is 212. Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game.
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Palled
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot Palled Continuing with dawn, an unsettled pall, first cast upon my mood in restless slumber. Exhausted from a night of being chased, barefoot, through rotting vegetation by old beaus, I startled awake, breathing heavily….
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