image link I wonder how many times I’ve said, “whatever works”? It must be in the thousands by now. How many times have eyes looked for support for an out-of-the-box fix towards a solution? Why does the weight of cultural expectation shroud and burden every move? [44 words] I’m continuing to listen to lectures by…
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dVerse — OLN 322 — double tanka prose
Last year, after careful research, planning, acquisition, and planting, the larch tree settled into its space in the back yard next to the ginkgo. Both trees were given extra water until fall. It kept the larch stress-free and made a big difference in the growth of the ginkgo this year. Both trees have been lush…
dVerse Haibun Monday and earthweal weekly challenge — (river) bed’s graveyard
Algae in a water sample from the St. Croix River, magnified about 200x. (Photo by Aiden T., student from Lee & Rose Warner Nature Center) Just as a forest provides a specialized ecosystem that includes shelter for its inhabitants along the food chain, so too does a river. Having grown up and lived my life…
dVerse — MTB — Kiss of the Goddess
Quail from your downward darting kiss from Siegfried Sassoon’s, The Kiss quail skitter in yesterday’s green from under ferny parasols your face flickers, a cinema, downward; frayed cellulose reruns darting confabulation’s myth kiss me again, again ’til dust kiss without bed of delusion darting sparks; myth made manifest downward wrung, convergence breathes life your heart’s…
dVerse — Poetics — heaven scent (haibun)
Last step before getting ready to leave for yesterday’s bike ride was spraying on SPF. Being used to creams and lotions, right away I detected the aerosol’s almost petroleum smell which took a front seat to coconut. Along the pastures hedged by tall corn was a herd of black cow mothers with their two-tone calves….
dVerse — Monday Quadrille 158 — Morning Shadows
image link Morning’s nature place I seldom see anymore except in flat snapshots, neatly tucked away; pulled out from their cache when it’s time to cry or write poems. Morning’s rally place is one of dreams interrupted, clarion to conform; where one puts on the uniform. Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — killing me softly
Ushuaia Beach Hotel in Ibiza, Spain Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:— –by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., from The Chambered Nautilus I’d promised to take myself on a February vacation; one that would get me away before winter end’s grey desperation set in. Unfulfilled for a decade, I’m now…
Tao Talk 