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…
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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…
dVerse — list poem — pumped
Acceleration heart thumps Beauty Curves Dynamic lean muscles flex Exhaust Fast fit endurance Grip Handlebars a solid hold Injection Joy mufflers rumble Kick-start again, Mick! Leathers slapping, Sheryl Maintenance everlubes Noise duets Open road Performance wherever, whenever Quick Rally electrolytes, shower Sleek Throttle pumped, Steven Unsafe Richard Victory bareback Wind resistance X-rays fight the power…
dVerse — taboos — three accusations
“The Circus” by Albina Felski As the oldest daughter of a mixed family of full-, half-, and step- siblings totaling 7, myself included, I often was left responsible for care taking all of them while mother and stepfather drank at the bar until it closed. The first accusation came when they took me aside and…
dVerse — quadrille 99 — sunny and sixty-five
Cushioned kitties rhythmic breathe; whiskers stir, testing air; cat-mouse dreams. Robins bicker over worms pulled by the spring equinox moon. Red maple, yellow willow, brown birch buds swell then crack – unfurling flags. Fox squirrels racetrack trees; fevered play; bird feeders hold no luster. De Jackson (aka Whimsygizmo) is today’s dVerse host. De says: stir…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #125 and dVerse OLN — back to the root
Entrenched in self in harmful ways; Consumed by lust, by fear, by doubt, Please quench dark flames; in kindness shout! Back to the root of things, I say. Remember that heirs’ ripples pay The price, do not your cruelty flout. Set down the gender roles you ought. Seek out the root of things, I…
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