fall afternoon gunshots shatter quiet bare trees stand heaven listens not surprised; still mystified human death fetish pop… pop… pop… pop… trigger finger tires city boy drives home top image: “Betrayal,” by Mario Sanchez Nevado It’s happening with more frequency. The next door neighbor sold a small piece of property on the other side of…
Category: poetry
dVerse — OLN 327 — Rosemary’s Gift
Velvet rosemary blooms,Each branch tip clustered withSilent choirs of profound.Secrets will be revealed;Each fragrant unfold bringsLavender mysteries. Opening inside, whereFresh pollen kernels flushYearn to pulse forth with life.Oh, receptive vesselsUnderstand their calling;Receive their humble gift. Will you appreciateImpromptu miracles?Sentient messagesDelivered fresh with love?Oh, gentle reminder:Mother always knows best. The rosemary bush I watched all…
dVerse — Poetics — Boozin’ Pondered
Warm burn seeks out the belly.If only the shot glass would levitate away then, how much disintegration –of relationships, places, and things–would never be? How much sleaze, fist would not wound? How many ravaging truths unspoken? How many blubbery tears uncried? How many uncrushed motor vehicles? Unbroken bones, unmaimed flesh? How many less court costs…
Tanka Tuesday — back then
back then my copper skin a silken instrument played sweet under his spellbinding but now my color’s drained, a limp gray scarf crumpled, numb, forgotten; left to dream of back then Butterfly cinquain form Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says: Use Eugi’s theme, the gray scarf to write your choice of…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Autumn’s voice (aki no koe)
After turning off the sound machine’s waves, walking to the toilet and hearing my morning tinkle, I pad down the carpeted hallway to the kitchen. Dotty gives a soft meow as she curls around my ankles. Where the floor registers’ heat poured silently from them, the new heating system whispers warm that is felt more…
dVerse — MTB — Taste Buds
Image from The Book Inscriptions Project. Follow the link to learn more. Alex- A few moments of reading pleasure in return for an evening of sensual delights. Dennis, October Bacchanalia 1994 Sent November 1, 1994: Dear Dennis, Is this a statement on my lack of reading prowess — or did you just want me to…
dVerse — Poetics — November: My Take
No green is seen outside the windows No sound but fans and sleeping cats No clear blue sky, ‘stead snowflakes fall No warmth of sun, a draft is all No laughter of a toddler running No parks or hills for her to climb No seeds on ground for birds to find No sight of squirrels…
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