Our time to stand and act is now as welcome is receding… En masse, to be receptive to reformation’s possibility. Gaia gave us her perfect garden and we’ve turned it into a dump. Please! Beg her to turn our hearts now to manifested love. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. I say: Your…
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dVerse — OLN 297 — Daylight Dance
Forest trees, red bird;faerie dance, silk-haired;see her there amongst the leaves,wee? She’s shy by daybut needs sunbeams’ play.Watching her brings joy to me. When the crow calls onceand daylight’s not much,when it’s time for her to go,red bird nears on bough,cocks his head, chirps, “Now.”Soon they’re airborne, orange aglow. When the owl hoots twiceand she’s…
dVerse — Poetics — Persephone and Demeter: Wheat and Chaff
Incestuous, insufferable, impulsive, ignoramuses. Females, kernels of life, love, sustenance for frame and aether, shamefully and with intention objectified, defiled, restrained. Gods, my ass. Libidinous brutes who have their uses; yet mostly chaff. image: Persephone and Demeter by HillyMinne Sarah is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Sarah says: Tonight I’d like you to take inspiration…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — August 2021
As August begins, chipmunks are busy a-gathering, their cheeks bulging with seeds. They still make time for chase across the driveway, under the shrubs and back again. Butterflies swarm swarms of blossoms, welcoming affections of others of the same patterns in brief amorous encounters. Monarch caterpillars wander in solitude, grazing fuzzy milkweed leaves in lackadaisical…
dVerse — MTB — Trimmed Trimmed
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. …
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…
