ShadowYou’d not be an ideal in anyone’s fantasynor a bulls-eye to train one’s dart upon.You’re an incomplete package who shouldbe shipped back for refund; 1 Yelp star.You’re a puzzle; with fallen, irrecoverablepieces, incomplete, and donated to charity.You’re not the kind of mystery anyonewants to solve; who spreads dis-ease.You’re a shattered mirror that I stare into,a…
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dVerse Poetics — Lunch on Peacock Island
Lunch on Peacock IslandUpon velvet rose morning,before slab of green marble,a rice paper pale peahen with lustrous copper hairshade-bathed, a-blanketedunder neatly trimmed willow;impatient small wood nympha-wait for her fiery skipper.His wake preceded him.She stepped aboard beforethe dinghy touched sandand off she, her picnic basket, and wandering skipper cut through duckweed to Peacock Island’s fragrant speckled…
dVerse MTB Thursday — The Ballad of First Sight
The Ballad of First Sight HimStill trapped by single lifeAt thirty-five years oldDecide to hook a wifeOn cherished marriage showStill live with mom and popYet wait til “I do”s doneBecause I’m dumb and hotAnd looking for some fun.Still smile the way her jawDropped when I dropped my loadWe’re married now by lawShe thinks that I’m…
dVerse Q251 — Bonfire
Bonfire Marshmallows,puffed up squishy gangs,want to stay that way; But as is in the way of things,their pasty conglomerationis not to remain. Skewer-stabbed, one by one,soft white skin chars,blackened and crisped,force compressionedbetween chocolateand grahaminto goo. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, where we are to write a 44-word poem using some form of…
dVerse — OLN 410 — Summer Sirens
Summer SirensSweet seed-speckled sirensunder star or satellite compose juicy notes;merry among roundish lined fans, straw-slept,mesmerizing each sense when they call –even ears sigh in mmm’s anticipation –red hearts with green flouncy caps. Soft, temperate zephyrtells children its time torun along rows, eacha carton in tow,with intent –berries hidden, to find, toeat here and there, thenresisting,…
dVerse MTB Thursday — Ensightened
Ensightenedwhen twenty twenty digits waneto blurredtwixt near and far, from crisp to furred,insane,unless one enjoys being blind,to stayin state of being, earthworm wayunspined.may feeble vision be restoredpost hastenow that decision has been madeso far from two struggling wobblesto nowclear corrections of wordless wowbogglesfour eyes of line-free bifocalssublimesporty lightweight frames fit just rightoglefar to near, both…
dVerse Prosery Monday — In the Valley
The hills so dry,so dense the underbrush,that where I pushed my way the giant hush was changedto soft explosion.–Yvor Winters, from the poem, “On a View of Pasadena from the Hills.” In the Valley When would I learn to keep my mouth shut, especially when trapped by persons, places, and/or things? For instance, in a…
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