Rhubarb blossoms Showy strangers Iris and peony Hiccup, then Sing welcome Frank J. Tassone is today’s host of dVerse. Frank says: Write a five (5)-line Japanese-form poem of your choice: tanka, kyoka or gogyohka.
Category: dverse
dVerse — Alice Gone Wild
Alice Gone Wild Our girths and portals swell and shrink, Adhere, adjust to what we eat, Our appetites great stones that sink; Condemn our home for taste of meat, We lie and kill and steal and cheat To have first choice to fuck hot pink. Design the odds; we can’t be beat. World by…
dVerse — quadrille — Unfixed
Unfixed show me how to live! the day I tried… fell on black days [a]live to rise my wave hunted down outshined head down burden in my hand heaven’s dead black rain rusty cage the last remaining light nothing left to say but goodbye goodbye Today is the three-year deathversary of Chris Cornell,…
dVerse — The Czar’s Black Beauty
The Czar’s Black Beauty Butter crinkled platform A million waterdrop prisms Beckon bees with nuggets Pouches burst with pollen Aerial maneuvers skim grass Dandelions faces open wonder Bumble imminent. Then…. Airpuffs lift, gentle grandmothers She grows from an idea and a miracle Until one day she’s plucked, ripe, tuned To a summer’s song – sizzling…
dVerse — prosery 13 — Chuang Tzu’s Butterfly Nightmare
“Argh…. unh….” He groans as the corkscrews are twisted, their points aiming for his liver and kidneys. In a nightmare, it is the awareness of what is happening rather than the act itself that brings agony. Paralyzed, nonetheless Mo is able to wake up – to pitch black. Was there a power outage? Bathed in…
Haikai Challenge #138 (5/9/20): fawn (kanoko) and dVerse OLN 051420
i Pit stop trailside, I Walk through the tall grass, then squat – Soft brown eyes meet mine. Tan fur, curled and spotted, rests. My bizness done, we part ways. ii Mother looks both ways, crosses country road at dusk – fawns dawdle after. She shows the way through the fence And where to…
dVerse — sonnet — Corona Spring
Corona Spring It’s Spring! They sing and dance amongst the green; Their eyes, they bounce; their noses suck the air; Bright hues their senses eat — beyond compare! Bullfrogs and birds and bumblebees convene. None will dispute this year’s the best heard keens Of chattered chips and hoots and croaks with dare; Amalgamate of sound…
Tao-Talk 