“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…
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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…
dVerse — OLN 338 — Embraced, Alive (a sestina)
The love embrace of the universe the earth mexico myself diego and senor xolotl – by Frida Kahlo Looking out upon our world I feelWonder at it all. With joy and hurt,Living threads to weave in light and grief, Heartbeat rhythms, warp and weft in grace.Ev’ry life rise from, return to, dust;Spanning, cherish lush brocade…
dVerse — Poetics — Slipping into Surrealism with Erik Johansson — “Cumulus and Thunder”
“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…
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,…
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