Red plume finery cannot deflect; Angel pink dips cannot stem; White sheet bark cannot turn, nor wood smoke drift to gone, today’s cursed canvas of gloom. Its stench cannot be washed off. Ice crystal tears weep in dismay. Until sun sword slices to blue. Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish says: Write…
Category: poetry
Tanka Tuesday 303 — Sage Senryu Series
Sage way of being:textured, muted color, one’ssubtle flavor smiles. Sage rests in the sunyet open to being plucked —time has no meaning. Sage, pleasing contrastto grounded, mud origins,rises to the sky. Sage: plucked, dried, and cut,swims in warm spaghetti seas;inhaled, then consumed. Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says:This week’s challenge…
dVerse Poetics — In January
Crimson wings cast weak shadows on russet fluffs still standing from once-sunny goldenrod; they clump, the mangy fur of a hungry coyote lost from its pack. Limp, muted green mats of still grass fill the spaces, where deer lie, hide to hide, in their warm rests until Venus nightly beckons from her speckled black bowl….
dVerse — Prosery — Stitched
Everything I do is stitched with its color. – W.S. Merwin, from “Separation” Epithets were part of my family’s lexicon. My paternal side used gentler terms; the maternal side hurled vicious ones with glee. How my family, who lived in shacks, toiled in non-unionized factories, and were blessed to have a rabbit for dinner; and…
TSM 242 — Lady Blue
Painting by Richard Burlet “Woman in Blue” i.She does her best to turn away from her machine lifeThose who imagine her see patterns of blue in her pixels ii.indigo diva, a shy bird who merges with the rare blue birch iii.betrayer’s lips’ union agoddess’ dismay.chameleon raimentswivels away to blue. Three perspectives on this LOVELY image. …
last lines for 2022 poems
painting by Mary Sonya Conti nature’s teaching brings illumination of sun;bluff that satisfies the sequoia.each thing falls away like a leaf and tunes into each moment’s song.cold shadows fade; promised hearth warms us.elbow to elbow, we verse ourselves and flyand wave. another babe on your armas you inhale your garden,reciprocal determinersact of comfortingremains. her final…
dVerse — MTB — found poem(s) from 2022
i. The first time I saw you I heard boom Late Sunday night I’m sipping tea The first of summer, I stand before a California tree our appointed place, in our dappled green lane, ii. Is health dread chore as stone to bear, It’s quantity and quality’s Mountain Her living lingered, Her face a white…
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