Remember the day when bluebirds flew through? I thought for sure they’d at least stop and rest on the window ledge, but no, onward they passed, fast, headed for another place to take respite. Instead I heard a quack. Parting the curtains, my pale, pinched face looked down. On the ground was a Muscovy duck,…
Category: poetry
sourdough bread video and haiku
stirring yeasty sponge bubbles break, silent dirges to death’s fragrant song
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Night Mares
In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems — by e.e. cummings, from “IX- Impressions” “In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems. Dawn will write a new one soon,” she said that night as we walked, arm in arm, our necks craned, looking up, bare feet scuffling the uneven gravel…
POPO2022 — Postcards & Poems Received Found Poetry and Thanks
Found Poem from POPO 2022 Received Poems I release you each day a bowl of stars a shallow pool of water for all beings soaking up the waves and the thrill a kindred spirit recognizing a common need consider the light how it scoots it will lift us closer to love joy rises to blanche…
POPO2022 Bonus Card #2 — orange with blossom and branch
wee petals open framed by waxy leafery mysteries in-wait wee petals open hungry fragrant nectar calls for winged ravishers framed by leafery clustered queens, in succession, begin their intrigue mysteries in-wait realized; burnished globes, sweet with their secrets Tomorrow will be the last postcards for POPO2022. It will be a picture of all of the…
Tanka Tuesday 296
painting by Ichiro Tsuruta 鶴田-郎, 1954 Her face a white mask, stone jewels her guardians; carnellian lips her invitation; a portal each escapes into — doom’s dissonant stay. The form is Gogyohka. The poem is directly inspired by Kerfe’s artwork and poetry based on ventriloquist dummies and by our dialogue in the comments for it….
POPO2022 — Bonus Card #1 — moon, rabbit, lady, words
Lady Luna basks the small with her silver light potions of healing Lady Luna basks benevolence her nature guided by her dreams small, in her silver, dedicate themselves in kind gathering; mixing potions of healing while nodding constellations smile in fond assent
Tao-Talk 