What’s the Matter Here?a child cowerson steps of brownstoneperson standsknuckles purplingofficer arriveshand at her waist“an altercation?”“no, officer. a differenceof opinion.”“between who?”“myself anda gentlemanwho ran.”“about what?”“he thought he had a right,and I didn’t.” top image link Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Punam says:write a 44-word poem using some form of the word alter.
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dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Traveling Exhibit
“rough edges,” by Elise Siegel Traveling ExhibitMy maker’s shoppe birth of pink clay glued with sandgathered from hill and lake,slathered on stainless framesun-baked in bright, green June.I squalled under solstice moon,pumiced smooth, near-human,buttoned into pink gingham,swaddled in plush receiving blanket, sent to dwell withneurodivergent bunglersWho, conveniently, were tooinner-turned to pay me much mind.In neglect, this claymation…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Faith
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.–Lisa Bellamy, from the poem, “Wild Pansy.” Faith As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. Shivering in a watery mess that dried…
dVerse Q221 — Arrival
ArrivalEach arrival you push yournull rival away, timing right;call far, bring birdsong;hew dull brown to green;awake asleep; dandelionsnavigate lion winds; puffstessellate landscape tomatch cloud-patched sky.Energized, we frolic, ournetherworld forgotten; youtreasure, Sacred You, Spring! De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De would like us to write a 44-word poem using the…
dVerse — MTB — Open, Season
Open, Season Bulbous, about-sprouting from ginger experiment planted,fascinates, as likensto libidinous rising.Open manifest of urge to life stirs. Brethren, called to Spring’s calllikewise burst in round and pointed ways.My gaze fixedon their green sex. Who saysit’s confined towarm bloodpumping up and up? Tiny eggsand spermput to dirtbed sleep.Warm wetdreamsawake,open.Come,life! Muskegon (my home town) boy, Iggy…
dVerse OLN 381 and 3/18 Poetics Tuesday: Ode to My Granddaughter
Ode To My Granddaughter(fashioned upon Keat’s, “Ode to a Nightingale”)My bones ache and weariness pervades;My qi wanes as it disperses to four winds,Sucked away, gone into vastness of space.It’s time for time’s reckoning; its vortex spins.But you, Dear Granddaughter, dancingThere, singing melodious beats among trees.You, fresh sprung youth, no concept of worry,We watch you, so…
dVerse Q220 Seed (with update)
SeedKindly gardener frees asfreeze subsides. Warm,unfurled, gives thanks.Once shallow engraved,its green now etches topsoil, a sign life continues after fall. Dry, miniscule,forgotten in an icy sleep,its purpose suspended,put in a packet, shelved,until sold as commodity. 032425: snow still left at 4:22pm The photo is of a stevia seed that sprouted overnight. Last year we walked…
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