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…
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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…
dVerse — Q190 — Now Ashes
image link Chalk outline-sketchedYellow tape-festoonedRelationship crime sceneFebruary’s dead Valentines Grabbed, slabbed, toe-taggedEvidence room desertForensics team stymiedCold case mystery No bodies claimedMorgue now overflowingHearts in limbo Convoy of hearsesCruise Crematory LanePurge in flame Ashes in the wind. Mish is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish says:write a quadrille (exactly 44 words, minus title) using the…
dVerse — OLN 351 — Christmas Cactus Thanksgiving
taken today november blossoms soul shines, white and pink manna early christmas lights plugged into sun, offering priceless, remembering thanks taken today taken 111923 Grace is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. Grace offered a possible topic of food, which got me thinking about how flowers are manna for the soul, especially in November.
dVerse — Poetics — Letters of Love
Barb and Rod when grey dulls life’s gleammind wandering back to bleaknessyour face, grace, returnsyou turn, I follow your lightblack numbness again vanquished Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Punam says:I think, we all have many, maybe hundreds, of unsent and unwritten letters inside us. So let’s write letters today. Write to…
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