I raise my mask and leave the car,the slot not far.I drop them in;one circuit ends. I spy upon the reserve rackmy labeled stack.I scan them in;circuit begins. Outside mask drops; I breathe in frost,first bag car-tossed;next in I heaveinto; then leave. This “minute” has been repeated for many circuits since retirement in 2018….
Category: poetry
dVerse — Poetics — Mariana
There is a human wildness held beneath the skin. – by Jim Harrison, from Songs of Unreason When Sol burns white sea turns deep green; where sand warms, my bones do not shiver. A pale palm across lids shadow transports, bass deep and high to a realm of relic seasoned whiff; where incorporate clouds…
Word Garden Word List #10 (Wallace Stevens)
I would be remiss if I failed to mention that, seeing Ernest Hemingway in the street, Stevens is supposed to have said, “You think you’re Ernest Hemingway,” and promptly punched Hemingway in the face, breaking his hand in doing so. Afterward, Hemingway helped Stevens to bed to recover. –Shay Lilacs a blackbird perches in the…
dVerse — Quadrille 144 — Snow Birds
Matters not hue nor contour, when winter’s crystal flies and frosts the trees birds’ feathers shiver large to puff into warm coat fluff. Arranged in tacit, ordered array, clawed stoics cling to chill branches until called to trapeze feeders atwist in arctic breeze. Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Merril says: Use shiver–or…
TSM 195 — Sorrow’s folded wings
Wings, adapted to rise in tempest’s tantrums or tears, have folded, dull with thin wisps of extinguished love. Red candle aflame shone with heat; yet physic’s lessening, fate’s decree. Darkened room fades into shadow, left only with sorrow’s chill gleam. Photograph by Anita Sedberry at Harold Ross Fine Art Photography. Carrie is today’s host of…
dVerse — She Lobo
image link I see the hum as a wolf, always present, always supportive, always ready to run. She comes to me, she of rough shaggy coat. Solid shoulders, paws anchored to the ground. She sits and watches me with eyes like bonfires. Her head tilts with my expressions and when she hears my voice as…
Tao-Talk 