A thousand-life symphony’s run, bare beauty heaving, beat rain like raw, honeyed mist sprayed in Spring. Never swim fast through storm how I like; if I sit here and dream, you want me. Cool skin boils when frantic fingers drive. Water woman watch and chant language of blue for what was and why; she cry…
Category: poetry
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…
TSM 224 — oh, the light (piaku form)
oh, the light plays with soft brushes, braised tones, textures, nuance; tickling shadows, paints its canvas morning’s rose dance with tangerine, noon’s pale lemon splash, evening’s plum indigo wine grey rain rags wash each surface clean give respite behind sparked, grumbling clouds peppered mirrors wave, refreshed, wait on sole arbiter of beauty’s holy cast Written…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — killing me softly
Ushuaia Beach Hotel in Ibiza, Spain Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:— –by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., from The Chambered Nautilus I’d promised to take myself on a February vacation; one that would get me away before winter end’s grey desperation set in. Unfulfilled for a decade, I’m now…
Tao-Talk 