I turned six over fifty years ago, so there is a lot I don’t remember about the day of my sixth birthday party. I do remember these four girls. My cousin, Susie, and I were inseparable as kids. She, being four and a half years older than me, was the natural leader. Back then…
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #146 — As the pieces fly on angels’ wings and dVerse OLN
As the pieces fly Colors fill the sky Cubists like Georges Braque Paint their worlds with gaps Filled in with synapse Rainbow ports; keyless locks As the stanzas flow Colored images grow Poets paint with words that sing Meaning caught ‘twixt lines Like found grapes ‘twixt vines Feeling rise on angel’s wings …
dVerse — meet the bar — Late Summer in West Michigan
kingfishers eat well as ponds shrink and minnows swarm — cicada’s sing duckweed and lotus leaf blankets bob in the wind — turtles sun on logs wrens eat water oats growing amongst late lilies – ants climb sturdy stalks sunset colors leave moonrise against silhouettes – river frog kerplops morning…
dVerse — poetics — Dragonfly Army
Chaotic squadrons of primary-colored, glass-wings reconnaissance before the mower. Flairful acrobatic killer drones with bulb-eyed precision nab mid-flight mosquitoes. On leave, they dust daisies and drink honeydew from ant farms on hollyhock stalks. They bivouac on cattails under luna’s night watchful eyes. Laura Bloomsbury is today’s host at dVerse. Laura says:…
dVerse — quadrille 108 — Heatwave
Brush piles rise, sweat’s monuments, home for wrens, now brambled porcupines Fierce greens explode Thirsty lilies droop Lawns languish Cats splay, inert Taunting clouds play with promises Inadequate sprinkles dry by morning Old lungs trapped in cement towers heave in brownouts waiting for evening Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host for…
dVerse — taijitu turns
maker memory law: hold the circle firmly and tattoo with two fish profiles chasing each other, a revolution of infinity. As the moon chases the sun across the sky, each resting in equal measure, light and shadow a matched pair, dancing from the darkness comes a seed to the light creation bursts forth in…
dVerse — prosery 15 — Red Moon Rise
A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. — Carl Sandburg, from Jazz Fantasia A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. My head tilts just so and I swear the hills are moving like a great dark beast; a shadowy twin of my guilt, following. Red…
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