fragrant tug of war where victory and defeat eternal stalemates fragrant tug of war entwined with thorned promises lost in the jungle victory, defeat e’er poised on a pointed tip joy, despair wobbles eternal stalemates given no choice but to play bittersweet torment
Category: poetry
TSM230, Friday Writings 46, and earthweal’s OLW 138 — gone but not gone
Artwork photography by Antonio Mora I. The first of summer, when roses bloom, I saw you there in oak’s leafy shadow, a still, towering trunk, transfixed. I hurried along, now shivered, my hand a-tremble as key sought to impart salvation. It is now autumn’s end, and oak stands bare. Your form is gone, your presence…
POPO2022 — Day 1 — mushrooms
each cap gives a nod chitin kingdom’s noble realm transition’s castle each cap gives a nod acknowledgement of duty: transform death to life chitin kingdom’s realm’s subterranean networks flip night into day transition’s castle marches on yesterday’s grist to mill today’s bread
Tanka Tuesday — The Nature of Lightning — (troiku)
sparked veins of sky leaves glimpses of another place jungles fill heaven sparked veins of sky leaves backlit roadmaps, star rivers storm’s altered senses glimpse another place weather opens the portal petrichor perfume jungles fill heaven imagination flies free as wet wings lift us troiku form top image link Colleen is the host of Tanka…
dVerse — Poetics — A World in Balance
A mountain bright then shadow-flipped as sun traverse the sky. With nimbos clouds and lightning bolts, the lines begin to blur. Ten thousand things in motion is the way of things, yet why? A death white hot is beating down upon the red, cracked earth where each still living thing yearns for its long parch…
September’s Sunday Morning Rain (haibun)
September’s Sunday morning rain brings a flock of hungry robins to the complacent, slow worms. Clouds like flipping light switches turn the sun off and on. The birds are fattening up for the long flight south. It feels a bit early for their migration. They move with purpose and I swear excitement, as the lush,…
dVerse Poetics and Word Craft Poetry Tanka Tuesday — Eternally
Kneeling in church, as he whooshes by in his blood red brocade she breathes cinnamon and flounders between heaven and earth. He glances her beatific form in passing. For him it is her ginger locks, rolling down her slender back against the vanilla cream gown. Unholy unions will be revealed and punished. They have a…
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