all of the names swallowed up by the cold — from Tomas Tranströmer’s poem, “After Someone’s death” She is Freud’s example of what happens when the first step is jumped. From daddy and mummy, then uncles and cousins, to neighbors and strangers, to lovers and spouses, her unprotected vulnerability is an opportunity to be exploited…
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24 SSPC 22 (2nd Week) Snow Becomes Rain (2/19 – 3/4) Usui and dVerse OLN 357
Flower Power here we walk hand in hand as brown grounds us umbrella flies blue***** snow melts’ running streams ***********blossom winter aconite stemmed butter petals call spring forth accompanied by drips, soughs, chirps, songs Witch Hazel look ahead! confetti is raining down to celebrate spring! butter sun kernels pop; witch hazel with its big heart…
dVerse — Poetics — leaping through
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.
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…
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