dVerse — side by side — “Oh When Will Autumn Moon and Spring Flowers End (The Beautiful Lady Yu)” by Li Yu

my reinterpretation Please clouds, veil Venus // winds strip stems!Fragrant petals now a biting blinding snowEvening’s wander un-dammed floodgates // time’s remembered joysSeason’s rendezvous // forbidden pools // yesterday today’s woeWarm // velvet curtains hushed // urgent cushioned sighsCool // sandpaper walls echo // piteous ragged lowsHow many ghosts // sweet rotting arms // must…

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 //…

dVerse — Quadrille 126 — One

I roll morning blinds and see a vista of life ashimmer with Sol’s panoptic egalitarianism. I don’t bother with socks and shoes. Swooping up a cup of hot coffee, I step outside and join the scenery. Soft sighs, one with all, welcomed, refreshed, refashioned. Image:  “Landscape,” by Jean Charlot (1898-1979) De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is…

Slimverse series 041821

drawn eyebrows lift an eye smile at the vax clinic the kleenex rolled twixt my boobs forms a tissue pearl M’s her name my newborn granddaughter rose pudge cheeks express lane bird feeder one hop shop next in sky pad soft but not enough frogs plop just out of sight green shoulders along the cracked…

The Sunday Muse 156 — Upon a Walk

Upon a walk, his heart did spy Fair blushing bud; his love did swell. She smiled, a twinkle in her eye. Upon this hope, his heart did fly. For years, her love to gain he’d try Her frown declined and darkness fell Upon a walk, he took her life In shining blood; her love does…

d’Verse — OLN — hollow dings (sijo)

a woman in labor before gathered      two support clumps — one hovering, warm, within her reach;      one outside, passing the whisky she has one ninja love grain;      our text message dings ring hollow Image info:  A nurse holds a newborn baby wearing a face shield in an effort to halt the spread…

dVerse — Poetics — The Migration Habits of Snow Geese

When at last an ache of joint-swelling freeze crosses the line,I shall fly as the snow goose, to warm, moist watery climesthen bow my weary head in grizzled grey grace to the sun.I’ll waddle muck, then float, weightless on duckweed ponds.I’ll enjoy each still dawn and sunset with other snowbirds,creaks drowned with soothing menageries’ rise…