All Hallow’s Eve PastoralA wind is blowing through the trees.A wind is blowing through the trees.Leaves are swirling round my knees.Leaves are swirling round my knees.Through my trees is a swirling wind.The leaves are blowing round my knees.The crisp air, scent of humus and apples.The crisp air, scent of humus and apples.Geese overhead honk goodbye…
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dVerse Q 211 — ponies pathos
“Circus Ponies in Charcoal,” by blaisedrew62 ponies pathoselection day descends upon usspirit continues of Halloweencandidates rev and mock uspandering to dreams with liesflimsy carry-through on promisebeholden to their special interestsseeking shred of salving solacecrumbs of beneficence to gleanfrom shamprance of ponies’ pathos This is a quadrille, but also a Magic 9 form poem that Grace…
dVerse — OLN 372 — Yellow Bird
“All Yellow (Morgan Hill)” by Teresa Dunn Yellow BirdI remember when you told me,“You’ll never amount to nothin’,just like your ma, too damned mouthy.”At ten, I cried; believed you then.High school, when they said I had skills,I remember when you told me,“It don’t matter, school ain’t the streets.”Yet I wouldn’t put my brush down.College girl…
dVerse — Poetics — Caged: The Haunting of Marie and Billy (a ballad) warning may be triggering for some
Photo: blogs.lse.ac.uk Caged: The Haunting of Marie and BillyRefrain:When trouble calls and raps your doorAs chaos rise to test you Whatever gets you through the nightYou must do, living blessed you.I.Marie thought Billy was sublime,so strong in his uniform,the first born son of Pastor Joe,first sight on first Sunday morn.Discharged for good, the rumors said,enlistment…
dVerse — MTB: critique and form — Oh thank you
Oh thank youOh thank you for my music-catchers, curled gateway and tunnel to tiny bonesthat rattle and articulate waves todelicious-grokked interpretations ofBach, Dylan, Mitchell, Mitski, Hiatt.Oh thank you for my color-catchers,rods and cones spin myriad rainbowdelineations and blends, stroked byherds of domesticated and wild brushesin hands of VanGogh, Kahlo, and Klint.Oh thank you for my…
dVerse Q210 – Winds of Arete
Winds of AreteWhat is it about white,its exertion of mightthrough tireless fightto strip honor and lightfrom others of the rightto unfurl wings to flight?Drums beat the daypulse for old-new waystravels on winds of arete.We will be heard. I’m reading Tommy Orange’s book, “There There” right now and feel it is a vital and important piece…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Woolly Winter
There you can see a very small patch Of dark blue, framed by a little branch, Pinned up by a naughty star. — Arthur Rimbaud, from Novel Woolly Winter Months-long winter drains, where no snow brightens, no gusts whistle, and dis-ease suffocates. Today, Martha rides away in the creaky carriage after explaining she needs color…
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