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 //…
Category: dverse
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…
d’Verse — OLN — hollow dings (sijo)
a woman in labor before gathered two support clumps — one hovering, warm, within her reach; one outside, passing the whisky she has one ninja love grain; our text message dings ring hollow Image info: A nurse holds a newborn baby wearing a face shield in an effort to halt the spread…
dVerse — Poetics — The Migration Habits of Snow Geese
When at last an ache of joint-swelling freeze crosses the line,I shall fly as the snow goose, to warm, moist watery climesthen bow my weary head in grizzled grey grace to the sun.I’ll waddle muck, then float, weightless on duckweed ponds.I’ll enjoy each still dawn and sunset with other snowbirds,creaks drowned with soothing menageries’ rise…
dVerse — Prosery — Portal
If you are a dreamer, come in. –Shel Silverstein, from Invitation At ten, it was screamed epithets and the rhythmic crack of dad’s belt on her back as she curled on the filthy floor. At twenty, it was the sound of her drunken boyfriend’s fist crunching fine bones in her face. At thirty, it was…
dVerse — MTB — A Blessing and a Curse
The idea in our culture of body solely as sculpture is wrong. Body is not marble. That is not its purpose. Its purpose is to protect, contain, support and fire the spirit and soul within it, to be a repository for memory, to fill us with feeling – that is the supreme psychic nourishment. It…
dVerse — Poetics — The Warm Sky Woke Above
The Warm Sky Woke Above (The Flip) The warm sky woke above; Below the cold earth dull; From tightly constrained, To an appealing refrain, Of peaked heights, heat, and valleys of flora. The heart of day, like life, did thump in Synched beat with rising sun. The summery bouquet was rainbow; The…
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