Dewey Decimal Card Catalogue Cabinet Banking On Seeds A-rest on shore of seed bank boxes, We embark upon novel re-purposing. Tiny, local, handwritten manila packets. From springy plants to bountiful falls, Circle closes in reciprocal deposits. Low-key pamphlet pinned on cork, Dinging bell for farmer’s PowerPoint Of step-by-step in saving seeds. Hippy bright in whys…
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dVerse — Poetics — day rests
Faithful servants, they ask so little. When day rests, soft tinkles’ taps above ripples in still’s dying light. The top photo was taken in July, 2009, after we’d finished sailing and had our small Siren 17 up on the trailer. The marina and the surrounding area looks quite a bit different today. I miss those…
d’Verse – Quadrille Monday 194 — Red Dragon
Red Dragon Smoke smell fastened, pulled from valley, I climb the hill to barren ash. Trauma woods fire-blackened, uprights flattened. Bracken-scaled, flexing talons, vengeful dragon. Imagining what passion called, where sense crawled, slack- jawed madness, scorched earth fashion, happened. Knight pageant, cannon-wagonned batten down for fight. With this, my method was to go to rhymezone,…
dVerse — OLN 355 — Around the Bend* (Ekphrastic for Woman with Flowered Hat)
Woman with Flowered Hat by Jean Dupas Perfumed rainbow blooms within,masked without by strained repose;mind that’s gone around the bend. Destination some may know,riot ruffles, tongues that speak;masked without by strained repose. Normals titter, “dumb and weak,”blockish shades who cast awayriot ruffles’ tongues that speak volumes, writ large in red clay;poems hummed by honeybees.Blockish shades…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — breathe
In the middle of the night, when my mind thinks it’s dawn, I count my breaths, tongue to the roof of my mouth. Once in the rhythm, I rub a spot just below my navel until it is warm. The cage opened, a tingling host of healers is released to roll their circuit, nibbling away…
dVerse — MTB — Mope’s Blanket (toddaid form)
Mope’s Blanket Season’s dark stencils sprawl on chill white slates Mope blanket smothers, ice webs of blue Binary jail except when red wings call Chips in their singing resonate hue This form is pretty tricky. Thanks for the challenge, Merril, and thanks, Jane, for tips. Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Merril…
dVerse — Q193 — Don’t Pinch Me
Don’t Pinch Me In half spoon-curled,nitelight soft-glowed,mattress-warmed,flannel-soothed,vervain-sniffedfluffy clouds I face youreven-breathed,solid presence. Eyelashes droopabove cold nose,waiting; my handrising and fallingon your chest. In timeyou turn to scootch-reachcloser, low-growling. Don’t pinch me if I’m dreaming. Top image link De is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a quadrille (exactly 44 words…
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