Summer House, Pennsylvania Park, Petoskey, Michigan Vintage Original Postcard #2765 – August 27, 1925 every august they’re already warmed up warblers gargle lilies whisper puffs crickets ratchet time surfs shush creeks tinkle grasses russ cicadas twang redtails whoosh goldfinches chatter bees hmmmm if you listen closely you will hear green echoes and small creaks…
Category: dverse
dVerse — mindfulness — While you’re gone…
“The Soul of the Rose” by John William Waterhouse Heart to heart, soul to soul talk at ego: “Take a vaca, go by car, plane, or bus enjoy it — be kind with our libido. Leave now, and check in only if you must. If you insist, resist, I’ll have you trussed! During the time…
dVerse – haibun – Hiroshima –Hibakujumoku
Looking way back at the Jurassic period ginkgo trees flourished across the Asian continent. Over millions of years, their fossils began to diminish. Two and a half million years ago, only a “handful of ginkgo lineages” remained, in the forests of Central China. At some point 1300 to 1400 trees made their way to Japan….
dVerse — dizain — A question of trust
“Trust N Love” by Mallika Batra Edited for next to last line word length: A question of trust Trust is like knowing each day brings weather. Mistrust, never knowing what it will be. Trust soothes like light brushes with a feather. Mistrust, combo poison ivy and fleas. Thanking stars or cursed, I’m brought to my…
dVerse –Hot time in ye ole pub tonight! — hot, warm, cold
Hot Core response steady burn, senses salute when I imagine us rolling around. * * * * Warm Neither too hot nor too cool maintains life in the fish tank. Power’s out — stress starts now. * * * * Cold Nose hairs freeze; fingertips and toes go numb. Winter’s doing an admirable job. …
dVerse — quadrille #84 — quatrain — Freckle Deep
freckle deep so swirled the spell blood hues imbued canvas infused a treasure tell languid cloak fold upon fold texture behold master stroke hourglasses tell soulblasted veneer etched forgery – tear, one by one, fell senses asleep heart overwrought account overdrawn on love a freckle deep Mish is the host of dVerse today. Mish…
dVerse — Poetics: Movement — Travelers
image link Gaia scoops water from our cursed lands Crops turn to ashes, our home turns to dust Our cow lies dying, her face scored with sand Small Goji’s abed, his fevered face flushed Vultures in dead orange tree, our hopes crushed We pack our possessions with trembling hands Coin enough left, train fare…
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