TSM225 — Still. Listen.

Fierce air parched, dust runs red; shuffle the mine where the dead speak. Still. Listen. Auger turns, its wet whisper stirs gold. Cool shadow caves fill empty space; light of grace wings its way to quench. Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.

dVerse — MTB — Kiss of the Goddess

Quail from your downward darting kiss from Siegfried Sassoon’s, The Kiss quail skitter in yesterday’s green from under ferny parasols your face flickers, a cinema, downward; frayed cellulose reruns darting confabulation’s myth kiss me again, again ’til dust kiss without bed of delusion darting sparks; myth made manifest downward wrung, convergence breathes life your heart’s…

dVerse — Poetics — heaven scent (haibun)

Last step before getting ready to leave for yesterday’s bike ride was spraying on SPF. Being used to creams and lotions, right away I detected the aerosol’s almost petroleum smell which took a front seat to coconut. Along the pastures hedged by tall corn was a herd of black cow mothers with their two-tone calves….

dVerse — Monday Quadrille 158 — Morning Shadows

image link Morning’s nature place I seldom see anymore except in flat snapshots, neatly tucked away; pulled out from their cache when it’s time to cry or write poems. Morning’s rally place is one of dreams interrupted, clarion to conform; where one puts on the uniform. Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille…

TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 285, 8/18/22 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

Geometric shapes filled with orderly patterns inform my seeing; universality of this and that expressed. Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday, with an ekphrastic prompt, an image by Reena Saxena.  This is my first time (iirc) participating in the Tanka Tuesday.  I wrote a tanka, but I think the prompt is open to…