“Cumulus and Thunder,” by Erik Johansson Waldo loves to play god but he’s just a sheep shearer. Who does he think he is deciding the weather, entrapping us poor little fuzzy creatures and taking our warmth so we can do his bidding. Since when did god ever need helpers? Oh, he has such a serious…
Category: dverse
dVerse — Prosery — Abandoned
On this day without a date,On a back street, dusky— Charles Simic, from My Friend Someone On this day without a date, on a back street, dusky, sounds the wail of an infant. Old Ginny, still half-soused from the night before, thinks she’s dreaming. Lula, the bloodhound, licks Ginny’s face as the baby wails through…
dVerse — MTB — Insomnia (after A Psalm of Life by Longfellow)
“Insomnia,” by Alicia Audi Sheep long a-snore, numbersacross hour hand crawls. Ah, to dream,recall, perhaps as far back as slumbersin the days of my infancy, it seems. When days were long, labor earnest,sleep was but by-product not goal,a seamless shift of wake-sleep. Returnestme please to exhaustion. Refresh this soul! Oh, dark-shadowed eyes’ sorrowof midnight’s stare,…
dVerse — Chipmunk Home Sweet Home
under the bird feeder. date on picture is 11/15/18. please notice that hole near the critter. image found at this blog Chipping brown-furred critters love to dig showy Holes to dependent tunnels in angles and depths, Intentional architecture branches to utilitarian Pretty dirt condo: runway, pantries, drainage, and Mondo leaf-cushioned sleep and nesting pod for…
RIP Gordon Lightfoot (was: Word Garden Word List #13 [Gordon Lightfoot] and dVerse Poetics)
THANK YOU, PAULA for reminding me of this poem I wrote awhile back. Follow Paula’s link to see the poem she wrote in honor of Gordon also. Call it grace, mistake;twilight happenstancethat winter. A Saturday.Deep in the muskeg,bitter, colder than lakeice, your apple cheeksburning bright, fevered,pled for shelter. Warmhut, rabbit stew, dreamweaver’s healing, honeytea, sipped…
dVerse — Q175 — dawn arise
shadow topography disorients, deceptive black map suspends us with starlight along dark paths. stumbles fall in dream- less sleep to dawn. arise now blank slate upon which to draw dawn’s sunlight topography, earth’s dirty receptivity. in rainbow geometry, kernels germinate to blossom-scented reign. top image: Hourglass- The short Eternity by Italia-Ruotolo-Art Whimsygizmo aka (De Jackson)…
dVerse — Poetics — Songs of My Parents
“The Art of Music,” by Adam Santana I am my father’s daughter as I walk through tall grass that whispers melodies in every season. River songs pause in winter to catch breath for spring’s gurgles. I see him there, sun in his eyes, his white t-shirt and faded overalls. I am my mother’s daughter, polar…
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