Tall grass gone to seed dances with breeze,its final sways, a lively tawn in cloudless sky.A small engine revs, announcing last call,while bluebirds and dragonflies wait. Its final sways, a lively tawn in cloudless sky;still surprised at the length of its reprieve, iscontent with there being no standing tomorrow. A small engine revs, announcing last…
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dVerse — Poetics — Parked
The old bus had taken her places; now here it sits, akilter, its tired warnings burnt out long ago. photo from Glenn A. Buttkus’ facebook site, “South Sound Minimalist Photos” Today’s offering is in gogyohka form. Many thanks to Glenn for his graciousness in offering us a chance to write to his wonderful minimalist photographs….
dVerse — Quadrille 130 — Smudged
It was this time of year, when evenings warm and tadpoles crawl ashore, when your green eyes,unholy lit, tethered me. Searing me everywhereyour touch lingered, grinning,your gaze never left mine. You wanted everything then, as you smudged me in your filth. image: “Skin on Skin Love and Burning Passion,” by CORinAZONe Mish is today’s…
Larix decidua ‘Pendula’ / Weeping European larch and dVerse OLN
Rising from the soil as Kun rises from water a green furred dragon. Brown scales gleam when she rests, as heaven’s grace flows to and fro. Lillian is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. One of my old co-workers in the juvenile probation officer job ended up leaving and putting his teaching degree to…
dVerse — Poetics — Risk!
When more adrenalin than blood coursed through her veinsshe crawled from her bed past the partying carnies. It was worth the risk, as a small promise was made and stored in a soon-forgotten niche of her heart…………………………………….. ………………………………………She’d clawed her way back to it,led by cryptic clues on tattered dream sticky notes. Fishin so many…
dVerse — Prosery — The Sound of Water
“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”–from Jo Harjo’s “A Map to the Next World.” Gil woke curled in a dark place, lying on her side, hearing the sound of trickling water. Opening her eyes, she felt dried crusted tears breaking loose. Her wrists were bound behind her….
dVerse — Poetics — Grandma’s Baby Saturday
Thursday began as any other morning, when the breeze blew in this morning. Cats figure-eight my first sit-spot as cats are wont to do. The coffee brews. Outside, look up, not blue; storm brews? Stirring cream into the hot steaming mug, stirring emotions swirl; Saturday is baby. Not quite eight weeks old, Saturday my…
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