Flower Power here we walk hand in hand as brown grounds us umbrella flies blue***** snow melts’ running streams ***********blossom winter aconite stemmed butter petals call spring forth accompanied by drips, soughs, chirps, songs Witch Hazel look ahead! confetti is raining down to celebrate spring! butter sun kernels pop; witch hazel with its big heart…
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24 SSPC 21 (2nd week — Feb 10-14) Beginning of Spring (Feb 3-20) Risshun — Inside/Outside
Inside/Outside Plumblossomsbehind glasssafe from east windlinger with lilacs where spring is eternalquail wander in canned bird song amongst bamboo and waterfallswarm respite for humans and orchids outside, cold returns; crusts over pondsthat dully gleam under weak sun buck hoof prints frozen in mudsparrows ride power lines wood dragon still sleepswhile chimney smokesearches forblue insky here’s…
Tanka Tuesday 330 — here there when
here is where river meets pond and pasture, forever resting there in my memory; a peaceable kingdom where I journey back to childhood summers when we fished from the dinghy using lines without worms; when swans swam closer. we trailed the cows home at dusk and slept well. Adjusted Nonet form. top image: Wivenhoe Park,…
TSM 204 — Sunglowed
Sentenced explosions, smoke, and wailing finds my spirit drifting away to the day we walked among sunflowers. He, ahead, turned and sat, smiling, sunglowed, amidst a world of balanced peace. Today’s offering is in the nonet form. top image: Carrie found this inspiring image via our fellow Muser & friend Sherry. 🤩 Carrie is the…
dVerse — Let Autumn Wait
It seems as though you are still summerby W.S. Merwin, from “To the Light of September” It seems as though you are still summeras dawn’s pink flame melts crystal dewand winds dance with sunflowers. Live, green-infused canvasand pears unperfumed,you play to stay. Let autumnwait for us. Image: “Doe Under Pear Tree,” taken…
dVerse — last lines — Chuck Palahniuk
Molar encasing hollow filled deadly cyanide, no longer of purpose for this agent.Begins here new life of operative me. –from Pygmy And maybe knowing isn’t the point. Where we’re standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything. –from Choke Metaphysical coordinates exes and whys in tic-tac-toe…
dVerse — A Fixed Place
image link Anmol (HA) is the host of dVerse today. Anmol says: For The Tuesday Poetics, I am, therefore, asking you all to explore geography in your poems. There are different ways of going about it — you can explore and inculcate the various subjects that are a part of the study of geography like…
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