Pastel pink morn long fades to dusk- tethered incense smoke drifts — in dreams of boats. Sail-wings lift me from blue to black silver-glittered night, to islands on maps. Touch stone planets not found awake where cradled messages sleep, wait to sing. They leap and wriggle, imbued fish, unlocked clues that school, follow me home…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Poetics — social sojourn
Invitation trumpeted, “Tea with Florence” in big, bold letters. Woefully underdressed in my lace chemise nonetheless confetti lifted me from my pre- caffeinated goblinhood. Espresso lips saw rolling fog lift in mirror. Florence’s invitation was the first light seen from terminal hidey hole’s temporary masquerade as a sad hermit. YAY! top image: “Harmonica Player” by…
dVerse — Quadrille 148 — The Struck Match
She wasn’t sure whether it was the exhibition or watching the application of brush strokes of each work that obsessed her so. Was it knowing the painter’s paper trail body? Or the way his body moved… Origamic muse prismatic omnipotence imbued by each eye. top image link I decided to write a second quadrille…
dVerse — Quadrille 148 — It figures
Paper, hard forum once mandated, regardless of journey. Describing a kiss or account ledger balance the same. Complain? before it was charcoal etched in dark caves. Today’s paper’s virtual. We tap tap between the lines. Figuring saved or erased by pushing enter or backspace. Top image: Painted Cave Art of the Chumash Indians Indigenous peoples…
TSM 203 — Now Shattered Glass
“Reflection” by G-Crew When the wind has gone, when the sun is bright I see your dear face, your smile in repose; brief, shining moment where love’s bond encodes. Today’s frame pauses, reflective abode. I’m still a child; you, a tender parent. You rock me, singing lullaby, voice true, forever imprint vessel I cling to,…
dVerse’ OLN 312 LIVE and earthweal OLW 110 — If I Do Not Do, Let Light Need Me
If I Do Not Do, Let Light Need Me If I do not do, let light need me that I may do what needs to be done. If I do not speak, let words read me, banner in the sky against the sun. Let light rally kindred spirits near that I may do what needs…
dVerse — Prosery — The magic of rain
I wandered lonely as a cloud. –by William Wordsworth, from his eponymous poem Seeing a cumulus puff amongst cirrocumulus sheets made the mountain dragon laugh. “You’re an anachronism!” Try as I might to slough off the words, his throaty grumbles clung like heavy ice crystals. They turned my cushiony cotton into spiked crackles which shredded…
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