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,…
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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…
dVerse — quadrille 116 — The Ten Thousand Things
Each atom, mote of possibility;synthesized, chargedpuzzle pieceswithin metaphysical context; aspects ofa time-space-dimensional continuum, simultaneously borning and graving, in perpetuity. I’m a daisy,a tree,a cloudburst,an ocean. I’m a song, a laugh,a scream, an idea. I’m sentient dust. image link here Learn more about the 10,000 things here. De Jackson is today’s host of dVerse’ quadrille…
dVerse — OLN 280 — Immovable Dance and earthweal OLW
My choice of color is dictated by tact and decorum stretched by an unholy desire to be outrageous.–Wolf Kahn From seed to death through seasons growWith side to side through all they swayFrom searing heat to bitter coldFrom seed to death through seasons growIn naked shrink to rainbow showFrom greening up in sun-charged playFrom seed…
dVerse — Poetics 429 — Maggie Jayne
Maggie Jayne Maggie Jayne is the littlest Schwandtin the Lakeview Schwandt pond. Maggie Jayne, girl, the boys won’t dareto be pummeled by thirty fists.Loved by an army,she’s the last twinkle in her daddy’s eye. Will she be free-wheelin’ on an ATVor baking apple pies in an apron?Wearing camo or curls?Curtsying or climbing trees? On November…
dVerse — Prosery 18 — Tanked
[T]here is nothing behind the wallexcept a space where the wind whistles…–from “Drawings By Children” by Lisel Mueller I’m floating in aquamarine dialed to an optimal degree. My breasts point to the sky. Bubbles tickle my back. I flap my arms like humpback flippers and hum low, sending a message to my lover. Please…
dVerse — MTB 226 — ROYGBIV
Redwaves ofsorrow wash throughme, a nerve-searing tsunami of loss. Tart, sweet, your twinkling eyes with deep laugh linespull me in. Idream or-ange. Yel-low slidesunder leaves, inwait for industrious, distracted mice. After long months of masked fear, the time comesto put it down.New greensprouts. Bluechangesabout, tiptoesin my peripheral vision at first. Long wavy tresses caress her…
