Golden Tuesdays With FamilyFresh-washed, gleamed white against dull-greystraight, flat, dotted highway pencil draws me.New-tired beast jockeys familiar lanes with fasttravelers in myriad shapes with myriad hues.Crotch rocket riders zip between, daredevils with red death wishes. Blue Amazon dinosaursblock and slow flow. Orange construction conesbrake late summer five o’clock urgency to home.Iron arches and sandstone brick…
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dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — Wee Troubadour
Wee TroubadourLast summer’s three, she climbed the chunky boulder, playing follow-the-leader to the little seven boy, therewith his dad, and leapt off when we weren’t looking.She bent her knees as we’d instructed, but her lipshit a knee. Her lips swelled along with bleed. Tears.This summer’s four climbs her rocky friend with morein mind. Its elevated…
dVerse — Memento — July Baby Beach Days
image link July baby days at the lakewe pack up dry gear toget wetWe arrive as sun starts to slakesugar sand has now cooledno sweatLay out blanket, toss off layersshe toddles for shallowswe laughShe floats on a turtle with airpushed by ring of shadowsriff-raffed Laura is today’s host at dVerse’ Meeting the Bar/Form. Laura says:Write…
dVerse — MTB/Form Thursday — To My Bluebird Lover
pic taken 040424 To My Bluebird LoverHearken now to bluebirds on the wingMemory of summer’s love in mirthSeason twinkled bright and knew no dearthFrom each sigh, each stroke, each peak we’d wringSacred wine we’d sipped from gifts of earthHearken now to bluebirds on the wingMemory of summer love in mirthKnow that I will visit you…
#FF — Love’s Edifice
PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson Love’s Edifice Mom always said about gorgeous dames, “She’s built like a brick shit house.” First time I saw her, my gonads were pumping like pumps at a half-off gas special at the corner station. I courted her like Billy Jean King courted her tennis balls, hard and fast. She…
dVerse — OLN 370 — Ladies and Gentlemen
“Hotel Lobby, 1943,” by Edward Hopper Ladies and GentlemenLegs are the last to go,draped in silk or cotton; unlike neck or bottomthat, despite treatments, showwrinkled, unrisen dough,overcooked, coiled ramen.Dicks are the first to go,hungry prima donas,brainless, seek nirvanas;power, lust make them grow– until one day they don’t.Blue pill popped iguana.Affix in mind, aboveshells of this…
dVerse — MTB — All Belong
All Belong Grandbaby’s too young! Pre-school is too long! Care-free days too short! Let her be awhile, running in the fields. Let her be a child (with) [not student with rules] unencumbered smiles! Sleepless grandma frets. Soundless voice with soothe: “Try to understand; impotent upsets waste your energy. Incorporate sense: all belong to world.” Acceptance…
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