Something told the wild geese It was time to fly. — by Rachel Lyman Field, from Something told the wild geese Tomorrow’s Sacred Space For a thousand generations we’ve welcomed their return to the spring-fed lake when their wintering grounds told them to fly home. Their petroglyphs skein the cave walls. Migratory residents, they’re also…
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dVerse — MTB — ready (bop poem)
ready five by eight once enough twenty cent journals held ballpoint ink, keyboards, glue, mag clippings, thoughtbytes media to remember, process, now shrink to insufficiency I found a box and put a room inside to obsess posters, billboards iron skyward, field-installed monuments, to hail impossible survival beyond life’s hell-all relentless, warping onslaught by exploiters and…
dVerse — Q200 — ablaze
ablaze Spring in full sway, when dandelions peep low to call in drowsy pollinators. Twenty nine blazes, scatter-shots grass bright with yellow on green flag. Unfurled spirit, nature’s patriot foundation, under scant pear blossoms. Pale demure ruffles tiptoe branches where robin, dove, and chickadee pause. Michelle (aka Mish) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday….
dVerse OLN 360 The Botany of Desire
succulents and fernseach pretty in their own wayoffering themselves While out running errands I decided to take a run to the now-open-for-the-season mega greenhouse store. It would take hours to photograph every area of the place, so I focused on a few kinds of plant while searching for a plant tray, a pothos, and…
dVerse — Poetics — Mr. Whiskers
“Untitled” by Louis Wain Born in a barn, to a rangy queen on her tenth litter and a tom with fuzzy dice balls and only one ear, he clawed and scrambled for the teat as if his life depended on it – and it did – six litter-mates didn’t. Farmer Jones’ son, a kindly sort,…
dVerse MTB Pantoum (2nd) Ode to Earth Day 2024
Ode to Earth Day 2024 When winter’s terminal quiescence resurrects into spring, an insistence in tiptoes of leaf, blade, and sprout, colors creep in from waking corners. Resurrected into spring, an insistence calls beaks, close-branched to distant ocean lands; colors wing from waking corners to join, rustle, sing, court, nest, in celebration. Chick beaks from…
dVerse — MTB (pantoum) — Choosing Green
Choosing Green two roads diverge, each green;just one that you can choosefrom two to choose from streams.short win twists; turns to lose. just one that you can choose;with devil that is greed,short win twists; turns to lose.the cost? to watch love bleed. with devil that is greed,Gaia cries in despair.the cost, to watch love bleed,in…
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