“Terminal Wasteland?” tells about my relationship with a partner from 2006 – 2017. It began as two broken and lonely people desperately seeking warmth in what seemed at the time a very cold world. Each of us had heavy loads of baggage that we sort of just hurled into the corner and forgot about, so…
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dVerse — two crystalline couplets
Spoiled cats miaou at elbows for pets; Spring peepers peep in closing distance. No graphics on the next one. Peppermint-oil-diffused mist drifts and finds origins in Spring’s fresh breeze. I decided to use the crystalline poetry form. Each couplet stands alone. Frank Hubeny is today’s host for dVerse. Frank says: To participate,…
dVerse — barns, moons, and baseballs
It takes 3.6 million jasmine blossoms to make one pound of jasmine essential oil. There are 9,600 drops of it in every pound. Dividing the number of jasmine blossoms by 9600 comes to 375 jasmine blossoms per drop of oil. When I woke up this morning and looked outside, I saw my barn had burnt…
dVerse — Q — Talisman (about George Harrison)
Conjuring refrained wah-wahs Apple scruffs bridge two worlds Sad gnome sheds his beard A clean-slated tap-dancer Twirls through Friar Park Magic mantra circuits of Kaleidoscopic waves Neutralizes shadows even In darkness. No matter how Your head is turned, The love light will shine in. I wrote my quadrille on George Harrison and, “All Things Must…
dVerse — OLN 262 — Nature’s Intuition
Nature’s Intuition Seedy winter light is here, A tendril of Spring’s seasoned secret. Quiet colors lonely brown lichen. Cold blue frost murmurs how long; Bee breeze listens and asks when Nature’s intuition will give bright hymns Of daffodil and crocus. Grace is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. I used The Oracle for this…
dVerse — Whispers from the beach
A gentle sizzled whoosh of roaring speech That never takes a chance to stop and rest A voice that always whispers from the beach The sand, now zoo of footprints pressed upon From webbed and clawed escapees of the sea Do not forget when water sole was on ‘Twas muffled then in distant gurgled…
dVerse — prosery 11 — Love’s End
I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. My first – age eighteen and doe-eyed for Billy who lived one farm over. We planned marriage after graduation, but in the fall of our senior year, Fay took him from me. Next – Mr. Murrow, boss at the department store when…
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