[A Sea Dirge] [Echoes] [The Voice of the Lobster] — Three Titles of Lewis Carroll Poems I hear the clacking of the trap where tattered figures rot; the dead who tell no tales, yet murmur hints, drifts in the stream, deep in the murky belly of the sea. Yet her pipes do chastise me in…
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dVerse — Quadrille 147 (2) — Is that you, Mo-Dean?
At first it seemed to be a dream; a blinding eye coiffed in black. My first thought: they’re back. Stalked peer of metallic goon is more than holo in my sleep as a scream begins to creep up the back of my paralyzed throat. This is my second offering for Bjorn’s prompt word for dVerse…
Dverse – Quadrille 147 – These Eyes
To take a photograph is to align the head, the eye and the heart. It’s a way of life. ~ Henri Cartier-Bresson In twos, borne sclera grapes, socket twins, camera duets note lens shifts. Panoptic seas, eagles to snails, eyes of newborn until final closing. In color surprises to weepy accepts discern silhouettes; sweet Arbus…
Book Review – “Shorely,” by Peter Frankis
“Shorely” cover Peter Frankis is a poet whose work I first met when he began hosting at dVerse Poet’s Pub. I learned that Peter is an exceptional poet that has his roots dug in deep to where he lives, the small town of Port Kembla, NSW. Peter has a downloadable link for “Shorely” at his…
Doodads — walk out back 030522
Yesterday older son visited for some hours. He’s been on vaca all week and so it was good he chose to spend some of it with his old hen mum. We took a drive to the Amish Bulk Food store so I could show him the place I’m always talking about. Then we had lunch…
TSM 201 — Return Forever
Existentials traversed to nethers’ wilds. Necessary lies, now I Return wise, a willing sacrifice to the excised, still rhythmed heart’s scene of invisible keening-rent-divine of the crime — your forever silent judgment: guilty. Today’s poem is in Waltmarie form, described as: 10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their…
dVerse OLN 311 and earthweal OLW 108
In the cold light of war, peace may yet be known. Ripples under the snow wait for faith, (un)seen. Peace may yet be known in wrinkled warm hands mirrored in quiet prayer. Ripples under the snow understand spring comes — they will be known, whole. Know faith, (un)seen foundations; unshaken anchors in the chaos. Today’s…
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