Category: poetry
Solstice Streams
Solstice StreamsTemperance and light reignAs ball pirouettes in favor;Northern green’s fertile breeze,Lawnmowers drone with bees;We honor gift of longest day.Withering cold and gloom reignAs ball’s bounced out of favor.Southern browns, plants asleep,Discontent and boredom creep;We endure the nil of shortest day.Whichever way the sphere turns,To Paradise or mood that yearns,Know that moments come and go;Live…
dVerse — OLN 410 — Summer Sirens
Summer SirensSweet seed-speckled sirensunder star or satellite compose juicy notes;merry among roundish lined fans, straw-slept,mesmerizing each sense when they call –even ears sigh in mmm’s anticipation –red hearts with green flouncy caps. Soft, temperate zephyrtells children its time torun along rows, eacha carton in tow,with intent –berries hidden, to find, toeat here and there, thenresisting,…
dVerse MTB Thursday — Ensightened
Ensightenedwhen twenty twenty digits waneto blurredtwixt near and far, from crisp to furred,insane,unless one enjoys being blind,to stayin state of being, earthworm wayunspined.may feeble vision be restoredpost hastenow that decision has been madeso far from two struggling wobblesto nowclear corrections of wordless wowbogglesfour eyes of line-free bifocalssublimesporty lightweight frames fit just rightoglefar to near, both…
dVerse Prosery Monday — In the Valley
The hills so dry,so dense the underbrush,that where I pushed my way the giant hush was changedto soft explosion.–Yvor Winters, from the poem, “On a View of Pasadena from the Hills.” In the Valley When would I learn to keep my mouth shut, especially when trapped by persons, places, and/or things? For instance, in a…
dVerse Tuesday Poetics — Metaphysical Mirrors
Edward Burne-Jones, The Wedding of Psyche, 1895, Royal Museum of Fine Arts Antwerp, Antwerp, Belgium. Something old, something newSomething borrowed, something blueAnd a sixpence in her shoe.–a Victorian rhyme i.Something oldGranite boulder sitsat delta’s mouth through seasonsa silent witnesswho compiles earth’s historiesin its slow return to dust.ii.Something newDeath makes way for lifeone’s exhale other’s first breathdo…
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