dVerse — Poetics — The Warm Sky Woke Above

The Warm Sky Woke Above (The Flip) The warm sky woke above;          Below the cold earth dull;                 From tightly constrained,                 To an appealing refrain, Of peaked heights, heat, and valleys of flora. The heart of day, like life, did thump in                 Synched beat with rising sun. The summery bouquet was rainbow;          The…

dVerse – Quadrille 125 – Bacchus’ Blush

Breathe, wine barrels! Bamba the bodega! Corked Chianti and her sister Chablis decant; earthy fermentation fortified rosy grenache. Herb(aceous,) iced Jeraboam’s kabinett, revs Lambrusca with magnums of merry merlot. Nebbiolo! Oaky plonked port, reserva for Rioja – sancerrely semillon. Tokay! VinSanto yields her zinfandel. Poem origin story:  I googled wine terms and found a wonderful…

dVerse — Poetics — out to dry

shirt arms flapsignal helpcool lips siptea and watch       towels snapracing windhard fiberson smooth skin dainties blushnear jock strapson the line still strangers oh cee deelines them up,fresh, clean, andclipped just-so birds choose whichclean target to dive-bombone load per the two catssuperviseto make surethey’re hung right   image link De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s dVerse…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — Spring Promise

Sakura Frederik Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park opened in April 1995 in Grand Rapids, MI. Since then, the gardens have expanded and the sculptures have increased to 158 acres and nearly 300 sculptures. In June 2015, an 8-acre Japanese garden was installed that includes a stand of cherry trees. I’ve walked the Japanese garden several…

dVerse — Meet the Bar — Ramble On

To ramble on when seasons shiftembed the genes of winged and furredto group, compelled to far-off trystswhere helices get spliced and stirred. Embedded genes of winged and furredexpress in random nested formsas helices get spliced and stirredin slight mutations with each turn. Expressed in random nested forms,in warm relief twixt straw and rock,the slight mutations…

dVerse — Poetics — Messy Space

Birthed in a squalid, roach-crawled tenement Colicked with over-watered dried milk Toddled through fresh piles of dog sh*t Schooled by old drunks and the streets Pimped by her junkie mom Beaten by her men Flew from all that Roosted to heal Feeling Free Free Feeling After search For true spirit Away from tenets Towards pre-ordained…

dVerse — Quadrille 124 — The Art of Dying

When you’re born, your life (past Karma) is like a piece of stringwith knots in it and you’ve got to try, before you die, to undo all the knots: but you tie another twenty trying to get one undone.–George Harrison, from “I, Me, Mine,” pages 180-181, talking about his song, “The Art of Dying.”  …