Winter’s Leftoverssnow bones are resting wet, flat straw fieldsa million empty sunflower shells for crowsto pick tidbits fromhungry blue jays swarm amidst toothpick skies to pokefrozen lake still still no wind to hold breath(e) outchainsaw in the distance hot rooibos warms, eases cold knucklesbook dust dusty poemsGeorge Saunders’ Vigil too shortgrey cotton muffles, occludesrainbow colors…
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dVerse Tuesday Poetics — Northern Winter Drama
Northern Winter Drama We are gauze wrapped,warped scratchy cocoons,suffered abrading wounds,suspended trapped torsos. We twist, resigned captives,winter’s frostbitten hairshirts, prey of waking hibernation,doomed chattels until melt. In full swing of Spring:All this happened, more or less. Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday. Punam says:The following are some opening lines. Please choose…
dVerse Q242 — My Middle Name
“Wild Head” My Middle Name Jones is my wildling……….middle name.Born ravenous……………..under howling moonChronic condition…………..that won’t be tamedDrive for satisfaction, source of bleeding shameHungry for nouns, verbs, superlative adjectives,where moderation…………..is a dirty word.I’m outside of a world………that demands control. I am today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Heaven’s Pipe
Heaven’s PipeCelestial proof, faith’s gift preservedThrough cloth loomed from best of lifeQuiet watching, joy from joy observedGrok of love with warmth we’re curledStrands of care protect each in strifeCelestial proof, faith’s gift preservedPatience tested, yet huffs demurred,Forget-full tender kisses in moonlightQuiet watching, joy from joy observedFathomlessly from grace, unearned,Weary travelers hear heaven’s pipeCelestial proof, faith’s…
dVerse Prosery Monday — Return
“A Crowned Merman” by Arthur Rackham (1867-1939) Lips forget what they have kissed.–Toni Morrison, from, “Eve Remembering“ Return For a month, each night Mara dreams of him there, her Robert, whom she believed was invincible, swaying in yellow-green sea amongst sargasso, eyes wide. Each morning, she lights incense and kneels at the shrine she built…
dVerse OLN 401 — Lost Again
A Public Garden with People Walking in the RainVincent van Gogh Lost AgainA snapshot may form an opinion.For example, you may think fool,you’re getting wet out there evenin friendly oblivious conversation.Heads and tails are important.We are marveling after long wait,able to be in the gardens againafter white slates melt to puddlesfalling from sky. Friend, oh…
dVerse Q241 — Heaven’s Rose
Heaven’s Rose Flowers, open, spread your joy. Love seeds plant, germinate, our prayer needs merged with faith. Sprouted field emerge neath warmth, resilient we reach yet soft, healing yield blooms, be listeners, organic oeuvre music. Sweet melody rise as an aerial fragrance, perfume reaching heaven’s nose. De, aka whimsygizmo, is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…
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