“Roots” 1943 by Frida Kahlo Winged angel eyes beam from a young crone’s face; mute proclamation that she’s planted. Her grounded consciousness reaches up and out, giant’s stalks to climb, vines that stretch and root in once barren fields Winged angel eyes behold as forest rise symphony of trees temper arid breeze See! Clouds come…
Author: Lisa or Li
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dVerse — MTB — Trimmed Trimmed
Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Grace says:Today’s challenge: To write a poem in monotetra form. You choose your theme, following the stanza structure as described. Glenn was kind enough to point out that I didn’t follow directions very well by not having every line of every stanza rhyming the same rhyme. …
dVerse — MTB — Trimmed
The locust tree is thinner nowTo keep the tree, I made a vowto trim away from dwelling; thoughlooks scrawny, wow; looks scrawny, wow! Tall sister to the short fruit treesUmbrella-like, like dog sans fleas.A pest before each time it screeched;now rustley peeps; now rustley peeps. A bigger sky around the houseWhen I look up I…
favorite book passages — on becoming real from The Velveteen Rabbit
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.” “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always…
poem — Lament on the Fly
Why will the bugs not go away? Why will the bugs not go away? The heat has made them multiply They crawl, they bite, they flutter by They eat the crops, get in my eye The heat has made them multiply Their frolicked buzzes make me cringe Their frolicked buzzes make me cringe In every…
#FF — Paragon
PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot Morgan appraised himself in the mirror and smiled. He was well-regarded in his job as administrator at the town’s library, partly due to staff receiving generous gift cards at the holidays. His Wednesday night poker group loved him as he often had bad luck. The pastor at church praised him with…
dVerse Poetics — Proverbs Poetry — Love is a Peony
Peony in Spring are shiny reaches from dank humus. Peony in Summer are two-tone fronds building buds. Summer peony sing frilly perfume songs. Autumn peony post-confetti subdue to yellow glow. Peony in Autumn accent crimson maple and apples. Peony in Winter are hapless sleeping stalks. The predictability of a peony’s life cycle reveals itself over…
Tao-Talk 