love, rearrange; alchemize life in my heart’s ossified veins may liquid rose flow as burgeoning joy in Spring’s fresh rains Compression form poem Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says: This week’s challenge is Synonyms Only. That means you have to select synonyms for the two words below. You can’t use the…
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dVerse Poetics — Grandmother Moon
I carry Spring in my heart as I gaze up at my Grandmother Moon. There is too much to write about my grandmother. It is like writing about the moon. I created the collage to celebrate the Chinese Lunar New Year of the Rabbit and decided to use it for my American Sentence about…
Turntable Talk Round 10 — Poetry in Lyrics – Achtung Baby (album) by U2
image link This is another one of those daunting prompts from Dave, like the one asking us to choose a favorite year in music. Lyrics are probably what leaves the lasting impression in music for me, with many exceptions. Also like other prompts Dave has given us, the song I wanted to use came to…
dVerse Poetics and earthweal OLW 148 — Winter Light
when energy spins away with mother sunmute blanket’s dark dampens our warmthmaker’s kind start: the cold light of snow,a spark that ignites spirits’ lumen glow.we clay take gifts, fashion night to dayand create season’s charged illumination; pull together gatherings for illuminationwith fervent pleas for quick return of sun. wreathes of ever greens light holly days.hat…
dVerse — Poetics — Winter Things
Badger Tracks photo, © Philip Precey Winter things leave impressionslong after Spring arrives; thawedfootprints of snow, muddy residueof limbic past, when the houndsof winter howled after fresh tracks. Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Lillian says:You’ve probably guessed by now where this is going. I’d like you to use at least two of the titles…
dVerse — Quadrille 165 — Our Living Dream
Warm colors your smile under blue twinkles. Summer-dreamed lane, shrubs in hula leaf skirts beneath green canopy; hands braille the way. We walk fragrant zones, from humus to spruce; inhale transcendent scent of rose, carried soft as bunny fur, along this, our living dream. top image: “Roses along the path.” by geopsych I am today’s…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Death Becomes Her
To her, death is quite romantic from Bob Dylan’s “Desolation Row” It’s not the falling in love that she finds difficult; it’s the staying in love. Suffering an all-or-nothing type of malady, when the inevitable disappointment by a lover happens, her mind begins to wander. She slips their cache open and makes a check-mark in…
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