Shoulda never atechocolate-dipped ghost peppersbefore bed last night. Snuggled, curled, drifting…I had the craziest dream!Me, a mop-topped bug. My mates and I, dressedin slick black suits, up on stagesinging our hearts out. Birds flocked, flapped, screamed.Unreal, we finished and bowedat the waist, smiling. Morning now, awakeI can’t wait to tell my matesNew way to get…
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dVerse — Haibun Monday — Ten Thousand Blind Mice
Here we are at our second September existing in the time of Covid. The frenzy of the summer months’ – even as they were isolated and restricted — activities are slowing down, and the thoughts and feelings that have been pushed away start crawling back like contrite destroyers. Doubts, fears, anxieties niggle as they worm…
dVerse — Zejel Form — Kousa Christmas
Kousa Christmas in SeptemberMatte red gummies look like embersLess known Asian cherry member Dogwood dangles first green nuggetsPseudo acorn uncapped clustersPromised nuts for squirrel gulletsThen it goes on fruitian bender Squeeze them like a squishy marbleSuck their guts and taste the marvelof this precious juicy parcel But spit out pits at their center Notes:♦While…
dVerse Poetics — Memories of Dad
After my folks divorced, my mom and us kids moved away. The new house was smaller, but brighter. The old, quiet, mostly childless neighborhood switched to one full of children for my brothers and I to play with. running in sunlight I shoot and make the basket my new best friend cheers Weekends with my…
dVerse Quadrille Monday 136 – Early Morning Transport
Some quiet clockwork morningsair crunches, birds still slumber;cats furry donuts in fleece bedswhen anachronistic stage is set;triggers from percolator poemstransport with each sip, to whenlips lingered over lips together,steam wisps and easy smilescozy-niched into our forever. image: “Morning Coffee,” by Khalid Saqr Linda is today’s host for dVerse’. Linda says:Hello Everyone and Welcome to…
earthweal weekly challenge: When to the center? and dVerse’ OLN
image: The Otfrid labyrinth design, here the scene for the battle between Theseus and the Minotaur, in a late twelfth century manuscript from Regensburg, Germany. Ten thousand collective stepshave gotten us to right here,twisting and turning, each with,moment by moment, myriadsteps of thinking, feeling, receiving, transmitting, yetwithin a context of one-way-inone-way-out, as prescribed.When will…
dVerse — Poetics — Foot soldiers of death
I’m a hungry foot soldier,part of an army of warmongers.Leaderlessclan wiggle stepsany terrain with trees.Inches, feet, yards, mileswe march. Our pasty belliesgrowl until we find our leafy prey.Rippling ribbons of black squirmred stripes say we mean harmtasting bad our lucky charmendless search & destroy.Hair telegraph signalssay a sapling snackwe’re on attackswarming likesharks we chew it…
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