Birthed in a squalid, roach-crawled tenement Colicked with over-watered dried milk Toddled through fresh piles of dog sh*t Schooled by old drunks and the streets Pimped by her junkie mom Beaten by her men Flew from all that Roosted to heal Feeling Free Free Feeling After search For true spirit Away from tenets Towards pre-ordained…
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“The Art of Dying,” by George Harrison — dVerse — Q124 — “The Art of Dying,” by George Harrison
When you’re born, your life (past Karma) is like a piece of stringwith knots in it and you’ve got to try, before you die, to undo all the knots: but you tie another twenty trying to get one undone.–George Harrison, from “I, Me, Mine,” pages 180-181, talking about his song, “The Art of Dying.” We…
slimverse — Spring!
I’m greeningwith the grass,singing withthe birds — Spring! Wind at playtinkles chimes;blows awayempty husks. Bare lilactwigs sprout buds;transplanteesmiles with sun. dwarf lilac transplanted to a better place last year. photo taken 032121 Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Open Link Night. Am linking this up for it.
dVerse — Poetics — This being human is …
This being human is water,blue blankets, morning mists, and waves,green sea foam, slick pools in blae caves,bubbling, then steeping morning tea. Pushed by seasons, pulled by physics,this being human is water.Warm and greeting, cooled receding,ice-stretched hinterlands. Temporals shaping our molecule’s context.Single teardrops and moon-tide swells,this being human is water.We wander from mud to rainbows. We’re…
dVerse — Prosery — The Last Word
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibilitythat existence has its own reason for being.— Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities” We were committed tree-huggers, yet we were scientists first. Space-X and Amazon Foundation sponsored our team to study the White Mountain bristlecone pines to figure out how to mimic their hardiness via gene engineering. Humankind’s hourglass had…
dVerse — MTB — Crane Promise
Sandhill Cranes in Back Field, taken 031021 A Spring afternoon surprise:feathered statues stand where none known have stood before.Blent, tan, and in matched bless of ancient lore,nod with grace, sun lift as one,and vow green morrow. Grace is today’s host of dVerse’ Meet The Bar. Grace says:Today’s challenge is to write a seguidilla. You…
dVerse — Poetics — Dearest Cold White
Dearest Cold White,You, now leaning against the wallin the shadows, have been my constant companion these months.We’ve become intimately acquainted.Persistence is a quality of yoursthat has held my attention from yourfirst fall. Your presence has frozentiny feet and hidden morsels beneathyour solid crystalled blanket. Alas, your nemesis, resting high andbeaming low, means it’s time for…
Tao Talk 