Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Grace says:Today’s challenge: To write a poem in monotetra form. You choose your theme, following the stanza structure as described. Glenn was kind enough to point out that I didn’t follow directions very well by not having every line of every stanza rhyming the same rhyme. …
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dVerse — MTB — Trimmed
The locust tree is thinner nowTo keep the tree, I made a vowto trim away from dwelling; thoughlooks scrawny, wow; looks scrawny, wow! Tall sister to the short fruit treesUmbrella-like, like dog sans fleas.A pest before each time it screeched;now rustley peeps; now rustley peeps. A bigger sky around the houseWhen I look up I…
dVerse Poetics — Proverbs Poetry — Love is a Peony
Peony in Spring are shiny reaches from dank humus. Peony in Summer are two-tone fronds building buds. Summer peony sing frilly perfume songs. Autumn peony post-confetti subdue to yellow glow. Peony in Autumn accent crimson maple and apples. Peony in Winter are hapless sleeping stalks. The predictability of a peony’s life cycle reveals itself over…
dVerse — Quadrille 132 — Anystream
Willow-draped trickleswear wet green strands, fluttering naiad’s locks tickling shaded pale fish bellies. Ordinary magical stream meanders; along its obscurest banks gnomes and bullfrogs picnic and play checkers; where butterflies and birdstraverse undergrowth tosip in mid-July’s droughtand thirsty violets tiptoe. I went looking for a nice image to fit the poem but decided to…
dVerse — Poetics — The Wells that Never Empty
The Muses who inspire do not abandon me;round the clock they tick, sparked heartbeatsthat draw the world ever closer in varied splendor:morning’s cooled dew in Summer,pink snow of sunrise in Winter,the earth-toned blanket of Fall,and the creeping green of Spring. At dusk’s change of shift, I listen for the wingsof Mother Night as she travels…
dVerse — Prosery — Ama
No, I do not weep at the world –I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.–Zora Neale Hurston,from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me”in, World Tomorrow (1928) Daddy was known in our backwoods holler as Deacon. When he got up on his stump near Heron River’s shady cool banks, folks gathered; no…
dVerse 10th anniversary celebration week — MTB — Somewhen, somewhere
Instead of a spell in mortar and pestle dwell cast potions and powders aside to climb aboard magic carpet of dreams When the cruel have been culled to fertilizer, when clawed hand way of the coin has passed, when we return to garden again, a community. When plastic and propaganda have been chucked, when trees,…
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