Armed with a Canon’s telefoto,sturdy-soled hikers, and a canteenI march forward, led by sun-crackledcottonwood and half-ground beech.Squirrel hunting in the mountainsmeans tracking under treelines,craning for oak-nestand pine-needled apples.Mid-winter Sol stirs their bellies;groggy they crawl, head first.Aboriginal-headed, the many-pelted,silvered, burnt-oranged, blackedcoat warms me, but wool worksas I trudge white tracks backto build a mighty slide show….
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dVerse — Quadrille 117 — Waltzing with Fractals
What are yeabiding ingredientin fractal mirrors?What secrets fundmental meander?What makes sunrisea cherished friend?Where do souls plug in? And why?How waltz we with amoeba and stars?What stays when passthis bag of bonesbeyond the dust? top image information: The repeating patterns in a snowflake are a classic example of beautiful, geometric fractals. Now MIT scientists have…
dVerse — OLN — Gone
Gone Gazing out, a stripped landscape gazes back. Houseplants, relieved, grateful to be in, still grieve. Garrulous jays, glass-muted, grouse at feeders fit for wrens. Ghosts of gatherings past haunt grey day; misted memories. image: “November First,” by Andrew Wyeth Sanaa is today’s host for Open Link Night Live.
dVerse — Poetics 431 — Waiting
Waiting “Waiting is.” Heinlein once said. Well, anticipation suckswhen you’re waiting for signs ofwords, followed by actions, towelcome us back to living. Warm, strong arms and maskless smileswander, carefree, in my dreams. image: “Awaiting His Return,” by William Ladd Taylor (1854-1926) Laura Bloomsbury is today’s host for dVerse‘ Poetics. Laura says:1A. Write a poem…
dVerse — Haibun Monday 94 — Summer Storm
The afternoon was sunny but the sky was a different cast of yellow than usual. The shade of yellow that portends a storm, weak with an orange-y shade of green to it. All there was to do was wait. There in the distance, a deep rumbling, as a bear or a dinosaur might make when…
dVerse — MTB 227 — Angels Near
Once peery twinkles, now opaque orbs. Ears batten, echoed messengers. Loved ones murmur denouement. Angels’ whooshes take me home. Image: “Angel Wings and Heaven,” by Sherri’s of Palm Springs. Frank J. Tassone is today’s host of dVerse‘ Meet the Bar. Frank says: Let us write our own Jisei. Write a haikai (haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka,…
dVerse — MTB 227 — Still
Feathers flash — then thump.Is the chickadee stunned; orsomething more final?In the morning, still she lies;Night hunters left her intact. Frank J. Tassone is today’s host of dVerse‘ Meet the Bar. Frank says:Let us write our own Jisei. Write a haikai (haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka, Gogyohka) or haikai-esque poem that reflects on imminent…
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