“See the Light” by Giulio Bernardi How neatly click blocks as they form the walls of box container; clay, baked dust pads prison, hope long flown, left to airless midnights. The keeper’s metals clank thrice bringing tasteless gruel; little more than corpse fuel and sensory morsels. Heat of stones tell seasons. At times I’m graced…
Category: poetry
Tanka Tuesday 302 — Dawn’s Blankets
Terri Webster Shrandt Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Faux-warm, smiling crystal blankets Quiet world stirs, begins anew Our home hearth burns Wind lost, aimless chimney smoke curls Disperses in lightening sky Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Our home hearth burns Yesterday’s blizzard swept away Awake, awed with morning’s pastel, Sip hot coffee and…
dVerse — Q44 167 — Artiste
She hurls paint at life, bold, gloppy oranges and reds, hoping it dries before diluting rains wash it down the drain. She hurls paint at death splatters of purple and brown, royalty and decay. The way of things won’t have it any other way. top image: “The Third Hand” by Hans Hofmann. De Jackson (aka…
TSM 241 — Fish Eye
Raoul Hausmann, Untitled, 1931, Eyes fish, rods and cones, in silver round within round in a square box. Grey scaled snap shot rumination who masticates cached mash-ups through long winter nights. Star- struck with revelatory indictables, shadow blanket holds her, warm, until morning’s cold glare of dawn. Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.
dVerse — OLN 329 — kousa promise
Green cornstarch circle holds kousa promise fulfilled – my prayers answered. Prayers don’t always have to be for big things. Two autumns ago I gathered fruits from the kousa dogwood tree I discovered at my dentist’s office and saved the pits. I planted them this spring in pots and put the pots outside. These two…
Tanka Tuesday 301 — Chlorophyllic
Primordial, I shimmer green in the sunlight, unarticulated compel. Inhabiting non-existence just moments before, primordial, I shimmer. Corporeally emergent a novice to being, green in the sunlight. Mirrored flip, this to that craving synaesthesia, an unarticulated compel. Cascade form I went to rhymezone for my synonyms and built a list. From there I created the…
dVerse — Poetics — I was never there
You said you saw me walking but I was never there; a shadowy ghost in the burbs, you see me everywhere. My locks blend in with wind- bounced twigs, prickly grey. My teeth in with picket fence, where my smirking grin plays. My skirt, a flapping plastic of stripped windows, vacant home, I make sure…
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