this, our living dream we huddled ones without a home? flocking, schooling, living rainbows. back then sweet with their secrets of touch and time “We’ve been waiting for you. What took you so long?” We may never know parents weep at graveto death’s fragrant song doom’s dissonant stay No more poem to write today Top…
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dVerse — Poetics — Ekphrastic senryu
twirling in freedom sick child dances in heaven parents weep at grave Right now I’m reading George Saunders’ 2017 novel, “Lincoln in the Bardo,” which revolves around Abraham’s son, Willie’s, death as a child and how Willie finds himself in a purgatory-type place called Bardo. Seeing this image immediately made me think of Willie Lincoln….
dVerse — Quadrille 165 — Our Living Dream
Warm colors your smile under blue twinkles. Summer-dreamed lane, shrubs in hula leaf skirts beneath green canopy; hands braille the way. We walk fragrant zones, from humus to spruce; inhale transcendent scent of rose, carried soft as bunny fur, along this, our living dream. top image: “Roses along the path.” by geopsych I am today’s…
dVerse — OLN 327 — Rosemary’s Gift
Velvet rosemary blooms,Each branch tip clustered withSilent choirs of profound.Secrets will be revealed;Each fragrant unfold bringsLavender mysteries. Opening inside, whereFresh pollen kernels flushYearn to pulse forth with life.Oh, receptive vesselsUnderstand their calling;Receive their humble gift. Will you appreciateImpromptu miracles?Sentient messagesDelivered fresh with love?Oh, gentle reminder:Mother always knows best. The rosemary bush I watched all…
dVerse — Poetics — Boozin’ Pondered
Warm burn seeks out the belly.If only the shot glass would levitate away then, how much disintegration –of relationships, places, and things–would never be? How much sleaze, fist would not wound? How many ravaging truths unspoken? How many blubbery tears uncried? How many uncrushed motor vehicles? Unbroken bones, unmaimed flesh? How many less court costs…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Autumn’s voice (aki no koe)
After turning off the sound machine’s waves, walking to the toilet and hearing my morning tinkle, I pad down the carpeted hallway to the kitchen. Dotty gives a soft meow as she curls around my ankles. Where the floor registers’ heat poured silently from them, the new heating system whispers warm that is felt more…
dVerse — MTB — Taste Buds
Image from The Book Inscriptions Project. Follow the link to learn more. Alex- A few moments of reading pleasure in return for an evening of sensual delights. Dennis, October Bacchanalia 1994 Sent November 1, 1994: Dear Dennis, Is this a statement on my lack of reading prowess — or did you just want me to…
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