dVerse OLN 392 — Night Music

The Sleeping Gypsy, by Henri Rousseau Night Music In respite of cool desert sand,emptied flagon, and full moon,dreams prowl, sleek, well-fed,wide awake, tickling my toes,pulling strings, weaving iconsto archetypes made manifest. I am a traveler, cloaked in rain-bow, charred under daybright;yet further landscapes openin shadows of music’s night. Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Open…

dVerse Poetics Monet ekphrastic — Twixt

Claude Monet. The Studio Boat (Le Bateau-atelier), 1876, Oil on canvas. The Barnes Foundation, BF730. TwixtSuspended twixt earth and skypixelated atoms, distinct, yet partof, a point in, on, a cosmic map;indistinguishable threads of irisseeing and being seen, omni-present synesthetic music, heard, breathed, smelt, felt, vibrations as conduits, direct interfaces with creative divine. We grok an…

dVerse — MTB — Winter Sparrowlets

Winter Sparrowletsifairy feathers, snowy starlightshackled inside crackled blue ice former spacenaut, fallen treasureearthly yellow friendly night lightsurprised winter walker’s pleasuresnowy starlight, fairy feathers iinightly walking, winter gardenpathlights shining on the watervoices echo as we’re talkingbouncing off a landscape spartandispels outside darkness stalkingwinter garden, nightly walking iiiwinter beacon, silent singercomfort us when long nights lingerinduce hope,…

dVerse OLN 377 — Note to Myself

Gertrude Abercrombie’s, “Where or When (Things Past)” (1948), oil on canvas, 21 1/2 x 35 1/2 inches. Image courtesy of the Carnegie Museum of Art and Colby Museum of Art, shared with permission Note to Myself A small, tall door left,in space wherehorizon cuts offat legless knees.Reflexes subdued,tethered to lobotomizing deaf.Paralyzed marionette,holding strings,manifest myself rearing…

dVerse — OLN 372 — Yellow Bird

“All Yellow (Morgan Hill)” by Teresa Dunn Yellow BirdI remember when you told me,“You’ll never amount to nothin’,just like your ma, too damned mouthy.”At ten, I cried; believed you then.High school, when they said I had skills,I remember when you told me,“It don’t matter, school ain’t the streets.”Yet I wouldn’t put my brush down.College girl…

dVerse — OLN 370 — Ladies and Gentlemen

“Hotel Lobby, 1943,” by Edward Hopper Ladies and GentlemenLegs are the last to go,draped in silk or cotton; unlike neck or bottomthat, despite treatments, showwrinkled, unrisen dough,overcooked, coiled ramen.Dicks are the first to go,hungry prima donas,brainless, seek nirvanas;power, lust make them grow– until one day they don’t.Blue pill popped iguana.Affix in mind, aboveshells of this…