open blinds flood morning sun cats curl ankles; loose slider two furred, lithe streaks jostle through leaping into bright top image cats in sun (not my cats!) dodoitsu form I am today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. I say: write about Leap Year, leaping, or an ekphrastic to the given image.
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dVerse — Haibun Monday — 2fer
Night Light Earlier last week, after seeing the moon peeking in through the blinds in my bedroom, I wrote a poem about it to Bjorn’s prompt. Later last week, dusk was falling as I returned home from running errands. I saw her there, rising through trees across the street. captive, we point at her still…
dVerse — MTB — alliteration — Night’s Possessions
Night’s Possessions Black velvet veiled, bright visitor alightsslipping through slats, staining them; whiteeerie eyeball, entering my musingsas a large leering (lunatic perhaps?)Incensed at her ingress, ill-preparedto defend my dreams, indubitably I resist.I love you, my lovely; but Luna, they’re mine. Björn is today’s host of dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Björn says:today I want you to…
dVerse — Poetics — Happy Birthday, Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain art She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak — Kurt Cobain, from “Heart-Shaped Box“ With practiced, sterile, gloved hands she tosses sample on tray. Her flat black eyes alight as she studies an oddity — that is me. Incongruous specimen, distinct from any like, unearthly beast snagged in satellite net,…
dVerse — Q195 — Born in Touch
Born In Touch All that is,atoms’ motion,born in touch,nudging,reachingconnection: eyes meeting,ears listening,tongues tasting,fingers brushing,words articulating,emptiness speaking,souls intertwining in realms inside/outside time, space, places. Old stones testifythrough seasons:each of 10k thingsrecycled incarnationsin perpetuity. top image link De aka Whimsygizmo is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a 44-word poem using the…
dVerse — Prosery and OLN 356 — The Bamboo Grove
The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, by Chen Hongshou (1598-1652). Handscroll, ink and color on silk. The Bamboo Grove bright dark midsummer dusk warm nestled doves coo peace red-tailed hawk spreads her wings for home to rest grove with green-walled bamboo calls its thirsty dreamers careful steppers in patterned robes to grace dry leaf…
dVerse — Prosery — From Abraham’s Journal
Edward “Eddy” Baker Lincoln …city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain. –by Helen Dunmore, from ‘City Lilacs’, From Abraham’s Journal February,1850 Dreaming three-year-old Eddy’s cough wakes me. My feet can never find their slippers. Padding quickly to his room I notice again it is drafty, no matter how high…
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