Cool VerveWhen gilded sunlight daubs the verve in fallA cooler brush upon one’s face and armsAs homely augur tickles with its charmsAlong meandered gardens do we walkWithin scorch rays and temps that burn us all,Tenaciousness unwelcome in its harms,An agent wakes, diminishes with smarm To gilded sunlight daubs cooled verve in fallLike feathers readied, gathered…
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POPO2024 Day 19
if a man steals a loaf of breadbecause his family is starvingthey cut off his handbut if a man punches another,uses his hands to hurt,to touch or rape another,he gets a tap on the wristmad logic reasons intoinstitutions of powerto subjugate and controlthe massesto shield empty-eyed monsterswhat density of darkness must be in the soulsof…
dVerse — Poetics — Traversing the Hexagrams
Traversing the HexagramsHis grizzled, stooped form wheezesfrom the back porch, pleading.The small girl looks, still in sandbox,from across the yard, refusing.She nods, beaten in the kitchen.Uncle, brother, and a game friend goto pound him and his mouthy brother;her stuff in the bed of rusty truck.Pale, weak, she signs the waiversthat will excise cursed rotten pear,symbol…
POPO2024 Day 18
2 little kittens8 little mittensor is it4 little mittens and4 little boots?regardless,8 little feetpad, run, and jump;2 furry bodiesstretch and curl;4 little eyesexotic and watching;fuzzy bundlesplaying, then sleeping,dreaming
POPO2024 Day 17
It’s not about what,It’s about how.It’s always been about how.Sure, what is the goal, butwithout the finesse of how,what is is but a figmentthat will not materialize.It applies to art perhapsmost of all. Consider palettesof roygbiv, alphabet of 26.
Looking for Volunteers at Polling Places in Six States (from Turtle Talk)
Wisconsin, Montana, Nevada, N Dakota, S Dakota, New Mexico
dVerse – Q208 (2nd one) — Succumbed
SuccumbedVelvet cape whooshes, silk soft in shadowsAs evening’s cricket choir abruptly codas.Moon slithers, ambivalent, behind clouds.Pulse of innocence quickens with her steps.Irresistible aroma of sweat and fear goads myRavenous appetite, compels my predation.Evermore I succumb to soul-stealing ways. Dora is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Vampire is the word to use for the quadrille…
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