parakeet in flight, photo by Arunachala Colors glide in green and blue, flashing red, orange, yellow hues indigos, violets elemental dance wings and fins navigate through. Whether feathers in cloud-mist breeze or wet fin wiggles in prism seas each adjusts, motility’s must, comporting themselves with ease; flocking, schooling, living rainbows. colorful fish at Monterey Aquarium,…
Category: poetry
TSM 236 — Passed By
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,…
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….
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