dVerse — Haibun Monday — August 2021

As August begins, chipmunks are busy a-gathering, their cheeks bulging with seeds. They still make time for chase across the driveway, under the shrubs and back again. Butterflies swarm swarms of blossoms, welcoming affections of others of the same patterns in brief amorous encounters. Monarch caterpillars wander in solitude, grazing fuzzy milkweed leaves in lackadaisical…

TSM 171 — Matlalcueye

“Roots” 1943 by Frida Kahlo Winged angel eyes beam from a young crone’s face; mute proclamation that she’s planted. Her grounded consciousness reaches up and out, giant’s stalks to climb, vines that stretch and root in once barren fields Winged angel eyes behold as forest rise symphony of trees temper arid breeze See! Clouds come…

dVerse — MTB — Trimmed Trimmed

Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Meeting the Bar.  Grace says:Today’s challenge: To write a poem in monotetra form. You choose your theme, following the stanza structure as described. Glenn was kind enough to point out that I didn’t follow directions very well by not having every line of every stanza rhyming the same rhyme. …

dVerse — MTB — Trimmed

The locust tree is thinner nowTo keep the tree, I made a vowto trim away from dwelling; thoughlooks scrawny, wow; looks scrawny, wow! Tall sister to the short fruit treesUmbrella-like, like dog sans fleas.A pest before each time it screeched;now rustley peeps; now rustley peeps. A bigger sky around the houseWhen I look up I…

poem — Lament on the Fly

Why will the bugs not go away? Why will the bugs not go away? The heat has made them multiply They crawl, they bite, they flutter by They eat the crops, get in my eye The heat has made them multiply Their frolicked buzzes make me cringe Their frolicked buzzes make me cringe In every…

dVerse Poetics — Proverbs Poetry — Love is a Peony

Peony in Spring are shiny reaches from dank humus. Peony in Summer are two-tone fronds building buds. Summer peony sing frilly perfume songs. Autumn peony post-confetti subdue to yellow glow. Peony in Autumn accent crimson maple and apples. Peony in Winter are hapless sleeping stalks. The predictability of a peony’s life cycle reveals itself over…

dVerse — Quadrille 132 — Anystream

Willow-draped trickleswear wet green strands, fluttering naiad’s locks tickling shaded pale fish bellies. Ordinary magical stream meanders; along its obscurest banks gnomes and bullfrogs picnic and play checkers; where butterflies and birdstraverse undergrowth tosip in mid-July’s droughtand thirsty violets tiptoe.   I went looking for a nice image to fit the poem but decided to…