Sea RoseColors here aren’t the same.Neither that of Spring,Nor Summer, nor Fall.Close to Winter,chalk of long-stripped bones,dark grey of wet stone,salt of churning sea.Only when moon greenswith limelight, in morningor dusky mist, mightyou see my liquid breath.Passed into my netherwith stab and twist,life ebbed, left with tide,after which my love soughtnew flesh to groom.Yet don’t…
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dVerse — Q209 — Boarders
American Indian Boarding School in the 1800’s BoardersA string of stolen children, scared, confused, snake, capped with flying penguins.Led to stools, stripped, dusted,and shaved, paving the way:institutional erasure.Sacked, sad, desked, rapped,slapped — and worse.So much worse. Unwilling orphans cry for parents.Unheard pleas echo lifetimes. From the Law Librarians of Congress website: In 2021, Canada passed…
dVerse — OLN 370 — Ladies and Gentlemen
“Hotel Lobby, 1943,” by Edward Hopper Ladies and GentlemenLegs are the last to go,draped in silk or cotton; unlike neck or bottomthat, despite treatments, showwrinkled, unrisen dough,overcooked, coiled ramen.Dicks are the first to go,hungry prima donas,brainless, seek nirvanas;power, lust make them grow– until one day they don’t.Blue pill popped iguana.Affix in mind, aboveshells of this…
dVerse — Poetry Form Villonnet — Cool Verve
Cool VerveWhen gilded sunlight daubs the verve in fallA cooler brush upon one’s face and armsAs homely augur tickles with its charmsAlong meandered gardens do we walkWithin scorch rays and temps that burn us all,Tenaciousness unwelcome in its harms,An agent wakes, diminishes with smarm To gilded sunlight daubs cooled verve in fallLike feathers readied, gathered…
dVerse — Poetics — Traversing the Hexagrams
Traversing the HexagramsHis grizzled, stooped form wheezesfrom the back porch, pleading.The small girl looks, still in sandbox,from across the yard, refusing.She nods, beaten in the kitchen.Uncle, brother, and a game friend goto pound him and his mouthy brother;her stuff in the bed of rusty truck.Pale, weak, she signs the waiversthat will excise cursed rotten pear,symbol…
dVerse – Q208 (2nd one) — Succumbed
SuccumbedVelvet cape whooshes, silk soft in shadowsAs evening’s cricket choir abruptly codas.Moon slithers, ambivalent, behind clouds.Pulse of innocence quickens with her steps.Irresistible aroma of sweat and fear goads myRavenous appetite, compels my predation.Evermore I succumb to soul-stealing ways. Dora is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Vampire is the word to use for the quadrille…
dVerse — Q208 — By Pale Screen Light
By Pale Screen LightIn days of oldfrom neck was drained,sucked from punctures,to pale, hungry undeath.In flush refrain, nowfantasy, foddered myth.Yet modern vampires still exist.We stare into their pixelled eyes, minds jammedthrough cable and wifi,keyboarding evermore into drooling golems. Image link Dora is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. In celebration of Dora’s daughter’s novel being…
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