“Reasons for Waiting” is the 9th cut on Jethro Tull’s album, “Stand Up.” Released in 1969, it is the second studio album by the British rock band. It was the first Jethro Tull album to feature guitarist Martin Barre, who would go on to become the band’s longtime guitarist until its initial dissolution in 2011. Rounding out the quartet are…
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dVerse Poetics — Where Does Love Go When It Goes?
Matisse Where Does Love Go When It Goes? One would hope it stings and stings and stingsand then fades as its way. In a merciful realmthis would be. We’d hide only pockets of sweets,crinkled with red opaque cellophane. Chewingon reveried, sunny days, their wrappers overour eyes, calorie-free nums that don’t rot your teeth.Those chewy…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Golden Tuesdays with Family
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…
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…
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