She feeds them in a quiet place Where willows droop; they know her face. Her pail with net, cracked corn, sharp spear; Unsensed the trap, fins swim sans fear. Death strung on lace. Her zinnias smile when she returns, Their hungry sway in copper urns, The roses arch with ruby grace In trellised dance; they…
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dVerse — prosery 17 — Starbaby
We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time. – from Hummingbird, by D.H. Lawrence Gerald was born at the seventh hour of the seventh day of the seventh month in the year of the dragon. Unlike his six siblings with blue eyes, Gerald’s glittered like emeralds. He never cried…
dVerse — MTB — Google Ask Poem — I am art.
(i’m) not what you see;(i’m) bornof everything,everywhere —(your) way of survival. (i’m) fundamental;a god. (i’m) personal,relativelanguage,resistanceread aloud. (i’m a) verb, (to see)what you can get away with,(a) contagious yoga – dead dope. (i’m) just another form of screamingdead chords. (i’m) king,not always about pretty things. (i’m) pain,pointless without passion,stealingthe lie that tells the truth….
dVerse — Poetics — The Ballad of Hillscomb
image link The Ballad of Hillscomb Folks claim when Red rode in one dusk the sky poured blackish green;That green of corn crept black and that their apple cheeks drained ash;The steed Red wheeled was white as death, with apparition’s sheen;Her burdened mules’ poor staggered steps as if to be their last. They say that…
dVerse — quadrille — Evening’s Cocoon
Evening’s Cocoon Jack’s huffs invade uncaulked cracks.His heat-seeking wisps tickle myuncovered cheeks and snake down tobare ankles and slipper-froze tater-tot toes. I, winter butterfly, weave evening’s cocoon.Softest flannel sheets, under thin cottonblankets, under a satin comforter gleams warm under October’s moon. pxfuel image link Merril is today’s host of dVerse. Merril says:Use blanket as…
Haikai Challenge #158: Harvest Moon (meigetsu) and dVerse OLN — Chang’e
Moon Goddess Milk skin, coal hair, hersilk robes once swished earthbound;now moonlight grace shines down.Mid-autumn Harvest honorsher with humble offerings. From Traveling China Guide Chang’e (Chang E) Flying to the Moon is the most widely told Mid-Autumn Festival legend. It is said that in ancient times, ten suns existed in the sky and the…
dVerse — Poetics — The Vatic Voice
The feeling I get when I become a transmitter for the vatic voice is the same feeling I get when listening to some music. Whether it comes out of my mouth or fingertips or comes in through my ears, it seems to infuse the area from the base of my throat to my chest cavity…
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