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….
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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…
dVerse — MTB — Heart Strings
There’s a fat butterball in a sapphire sky as the words float away now forgotten the whys With the crane in the grass and her mate in the pond I suck love from the air as they sing of their bond Honeybees // dandelion chipmunks dig out their tunnels Robins run // then they stop…
dVerse — MTB — No More Chocolate Before Bed
When the teats on the cows were so tight, and the balls on the bulls were just right; when the corn danced tango on the ass of a pig; when the rat consorted with the goat and then birthed ghoulish vermin, I woke! image: Joan Miró, “The Tilled Field” (1923) I love Dr. Seuss and…
dVerse — side by side — “Oh When Will Autumn Moon and Spring Flowers End (The Beautiful Lady Yu)” by Li Yu
my reinterpretation Please clouds, veil Venus // winds strip stems!Fragrant petals now a biting blinding snowEvening’s wander un-dammed floodgates // time’s remembered joysSeason’s rendezvous // forbidden pools // yesterday today’s woeWarm // velvet curtains hushed // urgent cushioned sighsCool // sandpaper walls echo // piteous ragged lowsHow many ghosts // sweet rotting arms // must…
dVerse — Poetics — UN Chinese Language Day Celebration Poem
Oh When Will Autumn Moon and Spring Flowers End (The Beautiful Lady Yu) ~ Li Yu (my reinterpretation of Li Yu’s poem, using the same title) Please clouds, veil Venus // winds, strip stems! Fragrant petals now a biting blinding snow Evening’s wander un-dammed floodgates // time’s remembered joys Season’s rendezvous // forbidden pools //…
dVerse — Quadrille 126 — One
I roll morning blinds and see a vista of life ashimmer with Sol’s panoptic egalitarianism. I don’t bother with socks and shoes. Swooping up a cup of hot coffee, I step outside and join the scenery. Soft sighs, one with all, welcomed, refreshed, refashioned. Image: “Landscape,” by Jean Charlot (1898-1979) De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is…
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