Grow Sanctuary Between forest and moon a secret is seed. Listen deep, feel Eden, follow fertile song. In love’s soul murmur you can grow sanctuary like Winter falls for Spring.
Category: love
24 SSPC 18 Deep Cold (1st week) (Jan 20 – Feb 2) Daikan — inside winter walk
Whilewalkingthe gardensat night, low light,we’re glassed in & warm.Breathing in moist exhalesof plants while wind screes outside,to satisfy keen need for green.Warm-loved glow of together time,silent songs, priceless sense of belonging. Chimes say closing time; the spell is broken.Son and wife bundle precious daughter, bracing for crunch-cold walks to cars“Bye, Grammalisa.” She waves.I lean in…
dVerse — Q193 — Don’t Pinch Me
Don’t Pinch Me In half spoon-curled,nitelight soft-glowed,mattress-warmed,flannel-soothed,vervain-sniffedfluffy clouds I face youreven-breathed,solid presence. Eyelashes droopabove cold nose,waiting; my handrising and fallingon your chest. In timeyou turn to scootch-reachcloser, low-growling. Don’t pinch me if I’m dreaming. Top image link De is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a quadrille (exactly 44 words…
dVerse — MTB — If you want me to be honest
If You Want Me to be Honest April’s burst slumbers yet as I travel my slow-moving world. Each morning I make my way; Primordial, I shimmer. Datura, pale, mute blossom, listens in. Silly thought, I thought we had forever. To think I’ve waited for you. Take this clutter from my house, my psyche, and the…
dVerse — Q189 (2) — Lost in the Mist
Yellowed film spins reel, buoy’s roulette, blinking green, then red, in wind- rattled notes, silent sound through fish-dense mist’s shroud of moonlessness. I, upturned, paste-faced, full starkers, wet-footed, numb red fingertipped, & windbreaker whipped, am waiting. Are “we” flotsam, jetsam, lagan, or finally derelict? [44 words] top image link Note: I have a general idea…
dVerse — MTB — Elegy to a Still Living But Lost Love
Elegy to a Still Living But Lost Love Silly thought, I thought we had forever, parsing over joe, puzzling mysteries. Now they have you to themselves in heaven. Silly thought, I thought we had forever. Never hear your rich laugh thrum e’er again. Parting now, past and future histories. Silly thought, I thought we had…
#FF — In Synch
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz (MIA but still snapping photos. ❤ You are missed, Ted! Billyjoe learned early that wilding with his homies was preferable to Mama’s whiskey rages and leather straps. After puberty, he drank women down like Granny drank her ginger beer, thirstily and with gnawing in her belly afterwards. Marshajean was her…
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