“Masked Party in a Courtyard,” (1775) by Pietro Longhi Soothing heartbeatsjoined by joy; strings’ melody Sharp-creeped discomfortdigs deeper entrenchment Stronger convictionreaching course of action Emphatic boom big hornsmarch towards doom Tiptoe echoesdawn insight Pleasant flowery meadowpipes cushioned respite For a momenttentative fingers of freedom Inhabited support marching background Shifts sip marchsoft endorsement Pizzicato pathwaysrecede to…
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dVerse — Monday Quadrille 178 — Must Be Present to Win
Art by Jared design Life is your televised game show. Spin the wheel of fortune to test your luck; make choices that can put you in jeopardy; starve alone for weeks in wilderness. Life isn’t something you can call in. You must be present to win. No reruns. “Wheel of Fortune,” “Jeopardy,” and “Alone” are…
dVerse — Poetics — The Quality of Being Alone
Tŝilhqox Biny, or Chilko Lake, facing North Alone is a state that each person chooses to reside in Unless you’re psychotic or otherwise out of your head Or last person standing after an apocalypse. Alone, a real challenge to find in densely populated places. Being alone has its own challenges in places that aren’t. When…
Tanka Tuesday 322 and dVerse OLN 340 — Turtle Spirit
Turtle collage I did a few years ago The turtle totem wisdom teaches us about walking our path in peace and sticking to it with determination and serenity. Slow moving on earth, yet also incredibly fast and agile in water, those who have the turtle as totem or spirit animal may be encouraged to take…
dVerse — Poetics — Shadowed
“Portrait of Sylvia Schou” (1911) painted by Thorvald Hellesen (1888 – 1937) Shadowed with dark cloud suspicion In weighted hues of benefit Surreptitious and forbidden Shadowed with dark cloud suspicion Repeat offense? First commission? One cost of social tarriffing Shadowed with dark cloud suspicion In weighted hues of benefit triolet form Lillian is today’s host…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — childhood recollections
“A Cottage Garden,” by Henry Sutton Grandpa and Grandma lived at the bottom of a hill where three dirt roads converged. Their home had been Grandpa’s parents and cobbled together from a number of summer cottages that had been along Mxxx Lake and moved a mile or so around the 1940’s to its acre…
dVerse — Poetics — Alchemy of Freedom
Ahmad Shamlou The misconception of totalitarianism is that freedom can be imprisoned. This is not the case. When you constrain freedom, freedom will take flight and land on a windowsill. — Ai Weiwei They cough at soot of hell’s belchlong before others smell smoke. They hear change in morning notes;doves flutter away, ravens…
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