There’s a fat butterball in a sapphire sky as the words float away now forgotten the whys With the crane in the grass and her mate in the pond I suck love from the air as they sing of their bond Honeybees // dandelion chipmunks dig out their tunnels Robins run // then they stop…
Category: love
dVerse — Poetics — UN Chinese Language Day Celebration Poem
Oh When Will Autumn Moon and Spring Flowers End (The Beautiful Lady Yu) ~ Li Yu (my reinterpretation of Li Yu’s poem, using the same title) Please clouds, veil Venus // winds, strip stems! Fragrant petals now a biting blinding snow Evening’s wander un-dammed floodgates // time’s remembered joys Season’s rendezvous // forbidden pools //…
The Sunday Muse 154 — Lambs and Lions
So used to keeping her head down, shefelt the fuzzy image meant no harm.She didn’t think to pierce the surface;fell in, susceptible to his charms.Closer and yet closer she drifted to the farther shore, following the wigglesin the pool. What’s more, further awayshe drifted from the warmth of her besties.A winter wind in spring…
The Sunday Muse 151 — love’s seasons
Surreal Artwork by Ronald Ong Midsummer dance, endless greenthat lasts forever; hands tight as we twirl and laugh —love’s perfect weather.Hearts turn to winter,extinguished flame; forevernow ashed wet sizzles. Today’s offering is in the form of a sequidilla, a new form I learned on Thursday in dVerse. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
The Sunday Muse 150 — Forgotten Melody
Photography by Romain Thiery abandoned song in forgotten keysvacated premises, melodiesnow dust, residue from golden days when love tuned each corner with music;when the muse brought life to clay; now anabandoned song in forgotten keys windows wide we welcomed night, dancingrustles, whirling heat; now cold with still,vacated premises; melodies half-recalled, they play in the…
dVerse — MTB — A moss-covered path
Padding spongy moss, I inhale humus air to where our love playedA tunePine canopy dapples flicker as old movies play. Warbler’s songLifts me.Wait, am I dreaming or is that your laughter I hear? My breath isTethered,I see you and she, lazily languishing, your eyes twinkling into hers.Clingingillusions de-clutter; I wish you well as I turn…
dVerse — Poetics — imprint
Pulled up to the empty parking lot of the restaurant. Amend that, empty except for one giant Yamaha crotch rocket and a man, standing off to the side, looking at the back patio. His back turned so I could get a long look at his long frame in his tan dress pants and matching…
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