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…

dVerse Prosery Monday — Awake

There’s a lullaby for suffering — Leonard Cohen, from “You want it darker.” She’s running, her lungs sucking air. She’s lost on a mountainous path. She’s being pursued; by whom or what she is unsure. Focused on behind, she trips on a tree root and hurls forward, airborne, and lands on sharp granite. She feels…

dVerse Poetics Tuesday — First Window

First WindowOverbreathed, stale, closed systemwhere months feel like life sentence;where clouds press on in suffocation,denying screen’s supply of fresh new;too afraid of price to skin and purse, too blind to cost of lungs and spirit.Called by muffled crows & kite-straddling March lion glass, I reachfor latch and fling it aside, proudfor this one small act…

dVerse Q219 — Given, Hoots

Given, HootsHow many:adventuresbottles of boozecloudy daysdreamsexcusesflushesgiven, hootshair tiesincontinence padsjukeboxeskillings, televisionliesmusic, hours ofnovelsorgasmsplantsquestionsraviolisunny daystune-outsunavailable menverseswonders(e)xhumationsyellow flowerszigguratsin one person’s lifetime? De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a 44-word poem using hoot.

dVerse — MTB/Form — Names Twofer

“Mona Lisa,” by Leonardo DaVinci i. Lisa, history/meaningI wear a mysterious smirkBut why?Which side of mirror am I?Do youSeek to know? ammunition or jokes?Care pastTechnicality of surface gleamSeeingInto depths of my inky poolTo feeling? Usage: English, German, Dutch, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Italian Meaning and History: Short form of Elizabeth (though often used independently) and its cognates in other languages. This is the name…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — March Madness

“Night of the Crescent Moon” by Zana Brown March MadnessIt’s the season when skin flakes and bones ache. When one is cast away in a sea of snow and watery grey. It’s the season when moon pares to silver arc. A time when one slings mad hope at it with lasso’s faded memory of summer’s…