Let There Always Be Light — Rebecca Elson Vervain sage incense thin reeds to ceiling sky. Kneeled bedside to pray: Let there always be light My anxious crawl to reve’s tempered breath’s scrawl, a fathomless, immutable pledge: there shall ever be. Top photo is by Maxim Sivyi Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Open Link…
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dVerse — Poetics — Litotes — It isn’t that…
It isn’t that the green of grass is displeasing to my eye, as green is one of my favorite colors: a pennant of life. It isn’t that quiet isn’t appreciated when plows sit garaged, restless minds need every appurtenance to peace’ mirage. It isn’t that winds don’t titillate as they nibble my cheeks, yet may…
dVerse — Q191 — snow comes to call
snow comes to call in bright crystal, grouped singularities, downed by gravity yet light at heart they want to play reddening our bare noses tickling our thirsty tongues sticking and sliding about in piles and underfoot men and angels fashioned in this cold season I used this program to snow the quadrille. Björn is today’s…
24SSPC 11 Heavy Snow (1st Week, Dec 7-20) Taisetsu — Dark Season’s Lessons and OLN
Buddha, Teaching Fourfold Path walking winter grove finds boot tread-shattered snow bones mud’s deep-cloven tracks posted signs by armed unread honor between neighbors stretched iced breeze reddens cheeks, fills heart cold crows overhead scold earthly expectation squirrels rustle through dried oak leaves pond willow’s storm-fallen limbs red pine lean east from long winds chickadees hop…
dVerse — Poetics — Instrumental — Verdi Nabucco Overture
Michigan Summer Dawn again ascends behind treelineSun goddess’ eyelid affirms anotherMystery, what shimmer will be seen? Chipmunks skitter-scout fresh litter,Bluebirds kebob bugs for nestlings;all aware of silent red-tail, watching. Conscientious woodpecker’s sonarallegiance a pesky morning alarm.Pulling blinds, a new day’s play opens. Turkeys wander along old fence line,Doves nod-peck driveway, content,Cardinals wait among pear blossomsfor…
dVerse — Prosery — Burning Questions
I was where I am When the snow began —from “The Dead of Winter” by Samuel Menashe December is when planning is needed to find daylight for important conversations. There is no grave to visit. The tall chimney never sleeps. I was where I am when the snow began, standing outside of the crematorium. No…
dVerse — MTB — A Cherita
spider weaves in picnic pavillion corner’s pink-red sunset I hack at deadwood as tourists depart and temperatures fall you build stick pyramid over handfuls of dried beach grass yellow-orange pyre against black silhouettes; smoke curls to sky you tend our crackling host as I pour toddies from bullet thermos alone with night, blanket across our…
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