The Expected One 1860, painting by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (Museum: Bavarian State Painting Collections) Lost in each incarnation, She rouses to rose perfume; Another regret of love passed. Forever he waits on bended knee For her to see him again; alas she’s Lost in each incarnation. From hills to fields to woodland path Generations have…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Chipmunk Home Sweet Home
under the bird feeder. date on picture is 11/15/18. please notice that hole near the critter. image found at this blog Chipping brown-furred critters love to dig showy Holes to dependent tunnels in angles and depths, Intentional architecture branches to utilitarian Pretty dirt condo: runway, pantries, drainage, and Mondo leaf-cushioned sleep and nesting pod for…
RIP Gordon Lightfoot (was: Word Garden Word List #13 [Gordon Lightfoot] and dVerse Poetics)
THANK YOU, PAULA for reminding me of this poem I wrote awhile back. Follow Paula’s link to see the poem she wrote in honor of Gordon also. Call it grace, mistake;twilight happenstancethat winter. A Saturday.Deep in the muskeg,bitter, colder than lakeice, your apple cheeksburning bright, fevered,pled for shelter. Warmhut, rabbit stew, dreamweaver’s healing, honeytea, sipped…
dVerse — Q175 — dawn arise
shadow topography disorients, deceptive black map suspends us with starlight along dark paths. stumbles fall in dream- less sleep to dawn. arise now blank slate upon which to draw dawn’s sunlight topography, earth’s dirty receptivity. in rainbow geometry, kernels germinate to blossom-scented reign. top image: Hourglass- The short Eternity by Italia-Ruotolo-Art Whimsygizmo aka (De Jackson)…
Kerfe’s RWG 7 — Melted Wax
Mackenzie Davis as Mariette in Blade Runner 2049 my knotty, curly apparel,purple cactus coat, fringesits naughty dance; latches,smothers, and thrills withscalding strange draw asregret boils in amber glass insidious pretend whimsykeys its caress, scratchesunreachable itch to smashnests of enthusiastic grips;hushed prisons, melted wax. Note: I did not write this poem with the character in…
Tanka Tuesday 317 — Two Tankas
I watch deer at dusk out my back slider before turning on the lights; as dark shrouds them, I wonder are they still there — or just ghosts? Breakfast cafe fare of chai and vegan croissant, sitting across from my son; infinity rests with us in this moment’s food and talk. Colleen Chesebro is the…
Kerfe’s RWG 6 — Testament of Spring
Toad squeak, giddy in spring fizz as new green leaves weep April rain.Feathers’ unboxed crayons shake,sun-paroled from winter’s jail. En-joyed, birds sing songs of suet cakes,fat with fruits and nuts; now dessertafter fresh worms and autumn seeds,their fluffed, animate cubes transformto art, testament of survival and heart. toad, giddy, fizz, weep, shake, crayon, nut, weep,…
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