taken by my older son on 050921 “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.” “Clear!” It’s the last thing I hear before everything goes blank. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m conscious again; yet…
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dVerse — MTB — I Promise
ORIGINAL POEM (SONG) I’m Not Sayin’, by Gordon LightfootI’m not sayin’ that I love youI’m not sayin’ that I’ll care if you love meI’m not sayin’ that I’ll careI’m not sayin’ I’ll be there when you need meI can’t give my heart to youOr tell you that I’ll sing your name up to the skyI…
dVerse — Poetics — My name is Hattie
As many times as I look in the mirror and pin my hair just right,so its beauty hides behind my scarf, out of lusting sight, still the knife twists in my gut when I know what is to come,where fine gentlemen ogle, touch, and blurt obscenities tome the lowly, serving wench. When possible I…
dVerse — Quadrille 127 — Seed Bank
I’ve invested seed money,believing in the ABC’s:asters yield deep purple;balloon flowers top charts;cosmos caps capture interest. Incented, content, I sniff,blessed by return kindness.My shareholder butterfly strawglugs from milkweed constellations. Wreaths, bouquets, cinnamon fieldsof carnations — priceless wealth. Today when I dropped off borrowed materials and picked up the new batch, I decided to take…
dVerse — OLN 291 — Spring slimverse series 042821
I’m frilly, perched with my sisters — songs for the bees. Beauty taunts, but beware: she can take your liver. Leaves too grand for compost; stalks so good – yummy pie! Shrinking, I hide in grass but smile for cameras. Note: if you click on the link to the photos it will take you to…
dVerse — Poetics — Queen Mab Decides
The path that once was cushion moss is now deep brown humus. Her steps are shorter, slower // birdsong and chatters are muffled as wafting cedar catches in furry nostrils; dances on her wrinkles. Time enough for this corporeal manifestation to say, “goodbye, dear friend.” ~Her weak drooping arms cling to a rough, cool trunk….
dVerse — Haibun Monday — One Moment
Looking to my left through sliders, a red squirrel is jerkily looking for seed bits that fell out of the red barn-shaped feeder that is twisting in the slow breeze. The suet cage above the feeder has been empty since the flock of grackles started clearing the cakes within hours. A cardinal just landed beside…
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