Today’s offering is a haibun written for hostess of the evening’s d’Verse, Kim’s, prompt of January. Waking up at eleven, looking out at another repetition of anemic feebleness that washes the life out everything. Invisible beyond grey, clouds prevent any instance of ROYGBIV. Eyes strain to delineate blah from blah. To say it is preferable…
Category: dverse
Village Pastoral — revision 2 of 1
image link Village Pastoral * Here is the latest revision, using enjambment: * Each morn, sun’s rise, she passes a dog, long dead, bloated, rotting roadside; its sick stench, maggot’s perfume, cause ripe wretching and swoon. She prays for rain to wash it all away. * Town’s well; wives talk, pails rise, smiles fall,…
dverse poet’s pub — The Librarian
image link Merril is the hostess of the first dverse poet’s pub of 2019. Her prompt today: So, today, I want you to consider time and space and what if? What if you–or someone else—or some THING else–took that less or more-traveled path? Would it make a difference? Will it make a difference? Look backward,…
Sonnet to A Songwriter
SONNET TO A SONGWRITER I decided to write a sonnet to the so-often unsung heros of music, the composers, or songwriters. I tried put words to the process of creating a song, or what I would imagine the process would be like. This is a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme of…
They Say…
image link They say hearts are meant to be broken. They say once broken it’s tougher than before. They say if you don’t love, your heart will turn to stone. You’ll curl up into a corner, wither, and die. They are talking about romantic love. They are talking about erotic love. * Go out there,…
dVerse and earthweal OLW — Florette to Incense
When weariness draws dreamland nigh Going through motions, relaxed sighs Tiny match light touches incense Thin snaking smoke of varied scents lazily rise Powdered sticks, olfactory joy of roses, lilacs, sweetly coy; some heavy sage or pink vervain, their tendrils rising just the same — heaven’s deploy. Nightly rituals, prayers said Aroma blanket cushions bed…
Meeting the Bear
image link Jilly at dverse poets pub is the hostess this evening and has asked for a poem with repetition. This one is in the form of villanelle . I saw a Disney-produced — yes, I hate Disney, but — movie a couple of years ago, called, “Bears”, which is a documentary of a mother…
