dVerse OLN 381 and 3/18 Poetics Tuesday: Ode to My Granddaughter

Ode To My Granddaughter(fashioned upon Keat’s, “Ode to a Nightingale”)My bones ache and weariness pervades;My qi wanes as it disperses to four winds,Sucked away, gone into vastness of space.It’s time for time’s reckoning; its vortex spins.But you, Dear Granddaughter, dancingThere, singing melodious beats among trees.You, fresh sprung youth, no concept of worry,We watch you, so…

dVerse MTB Pantoum (2nd) Ode to Earth Day 2024

Ode to Earth Day 2024 When winter’s terminal quiescence resurrects into spring, an insistence in tiptoes of leaf, blade, and sprout, colors creep in from waking corners. Resurrected into spring, an insistence calls beaks, close-branched to distant ocean lands; colors wing from waking corners to join, rustle, sing, court, nest, in celebration. Chick beaks from…

dVerse — Poetics — Ode to Glenn Buttkus (b. 6/14/44 – d. 2/17/23)

Glenn Buttkus Punched with Buk, their ringed dings of words’ sooty-belled truth a-pealed to ears that could absorb them; both undefeated. Pulled us in; cinemagenic serial called, “Blackthorne”: Buck, Johnny, … and Salina. He served his justice. Shared his life: his world as orphan, as soldier, as actor, yet first always as teacher, selflessly giving….

dVerse — Poetics — Ode to a Thesaurus

The trail drones on as bee until it stings me to a quiver Hermetic trills oneiric bells clamour-call to muse liver Emergent words select themselves, infuse with a honeyed click Surprised each time at ideal choice. I cackle until I hic A clever muse she daisy-chains the ponies in formation Umbrella chants while ponies dance…

dVerse — Poetics — Ode to Charles Fletcher Lummis

Charles Fletcher Lummis 1897 Are orphans worthy? If so, how much? To what purpose? Who is asking, and who is answering depends on so and thus. Yet there he was an orphan, determined to learn what was needed to earn his keep in a world where motherless children are too often kicked to the curb…