“See the Light” by Giulio Bernardi How neatly click blocks as they form the walls of box container; clay, baked dust pads prison, hope long flown, left to airless midnights. The keeper’s metals clank thrice bringing tasteless gruel; little more than corpse fuel and sensory morsels. Heat of stones tell seasons. At times I’m graced…
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dVerse — Q44 167 — Artiste
She hurls paint at life, bold, gloppy oranges and reds, hoping it dries before diluting rains wash it down the drain. She hurls paint at death splatters of purple and brown, royalty and decay. The way of things won’t have it any other way. top image: “The Third Hand” by Hans Hofmann. De Jackson (aka…
dVerse — OLN 329 — kousa promise
Green cornstarch circle holds kousa promise fulfilled – my prayers answered. Prayers don’t always have to be for big things. Two autumns ago I gathered fruits from the kousa dogwood tree I discovered at my dentist’s office and saved the pits. I planted them this spring in pots and put the pots outside. These two…
dVerse — Poetics — I was never there
You said you saw me walking but I was never there; a shadowy ghost in the burbs, you see me everywhere. My locks blend in with wind- bounced twigs, prickly grey. My teeth in with picket fence, where my smirking grin plays. My skirt, a flapping plastic of stripped windows, vacant home, I make sure…
dVerse Haibun Monday on January 2023
Over the Christmas weekend we had our first big blizzard and I was snowed in until the day after. We gathered on the twenty-seventh. The grandbaby passed out gifts and watched as each was opened. At one point, she crawled into my lap and put her head on my shoulder, a first. New Year’s Eve…
dVerse — MTB — Without You
Dusk tiptoes in with its shadow feetColors slip away, leaving silhouettesBirds huddle in pine; bare trees stand,Silent witnesses to nighttime rituals —All reminders of my cold, empty bed. Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Meet the Bar, for our final prompt of 2022. Grace says:Write a Zen poem. See you all in 2023!
dVerse Poetics and earthweal OLW 148 — Winter Light
when energy spins away with mother sunmute blanket’s dark dampens our warmthmaker’s kind start: the cold light of snow,a spark that ignites spirits’ lumen glow.we clay take gifts, fashion night to dayand create season’s charged illumination; pull together gatherings for illuminationwith fervent pleas for quick return of sun. wreathes of ever greens light holly days.hat…
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