dVerse — Poetics — He waits

tiny, yet noble in his royal blue jacket he waits, always high, strategically out of sight, until oblivious dialogues wax, then fade away. harm passed, he then dives and snatches a juicy jewel for his demure lady bird in-waiting, with his safe return. Today’s offering is a Waltmarie Poetic Form, which is a 10 line…

dVerse — Prosery — Mother’s Embrace

taken by my older son on 050921 “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.” “Clear!” It’s the last thing I hear before everything goes blank. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m conscious again; yet…

dVerse — MTB — I Promise

ORIGINAL POEM (SONG) I’m Not Sayin’, by Gordon LightfootI’m not sayin’ that I love youI’m not sayin’ that I’ll care if you love meI’m not sayin’ that I’ll careI’m not sayin’ I’ll be there when you need meI can’t give my heart to youOr tell you that I’ll sing your name up to the skyI…

dVerse — Poetics — My name is Hattie

  As many times as I look in the mirror and pin my hair just right,so its beauty hides behind my scarf, out of lusting sight, still the knife twists in my gut when I know what is to come,where fine gentlemen ogle, touch, and blurt obscenities tome the lowly, serving wench. When possible I…

dVerse — Quadrille 127 — Seed Bank

I’ve invested seed money,believing in the ABC’s:asters yield deep purple;balloon flowers top charts;cosmos caps capture interest. Incented, content, I sniff,blessed by return kindness.My shareholder butterfly strawglugs from milkweed constellations. Wreaths, bouquets, cinnamon fieldsof carnations — priceless wealth.   Today when I dropped off borrowed materials and picked up the new batch, I decided to take…

dVerse — OLN 291 — Spring slimverse series 042821

I’m frilly, perched with my sisters — songs for the bees. Beauty taunts, but beware: she can take your liver. Leaves too grand for compost; stalks so good – yummy pie! Shrinking, I hide in grass but smile for cameras. Note:  if you click on the link to the photos it will take you to…

dVerse — Poetics — Queen Mab Decides

The path that once was cushion moss is now deep brown humus. Her steps are shorter, slower // birdsong and chatters are muffled as wafting cedar catches in furry nostrils; dances on her wrinkles. Time enough for this corporeal manifestation to say, “goodbye, dear friend.” ~Her weak drooping arms cling to a rough, cool trunk….