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…
Category: dverse
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…
dVerse — Quadrille 174 — Count Me Out
image link In rhythm with vinyl platter spinning33 1/3 revolutions per minute, tappingfeet to Fab4’s beat — until we, the cats and I, jump to rat-a-tat. Neighbor’s AK practice, aimed not at imagined upper crud, but brothers —are things going to be alright? The title and last line are part of the lyrics from The…
dVerse — Prosery — Playing to Win
image link The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart. by Valsa George, from “Winged Words“ Trauma rattles like bingo balls in a metal cage, trapped, praying for caller’s graced hand to reach in and release them in correct alignment. It’s almost six. Players shuffle in. Most sit horseshoed with their charms and…
dVerse — MTB/Form — Limbo
“Eternal Dance,” by geckobird I’ll admit to you, but to deny to all others my immortal pledge, my plum juicy love the sugar for my tea, crumpet joy of union as incarnations spin, seems dizzy curse through beings, puzzling karmic inequity as we swirl, flawed, an unsolvable jigsaw; at every chance meeting, while aeons flux…
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