When I hear your bee ess, My bee like, “W.T.F.?”
Category: poetry
POPO 2021 Day 29
I’m blue-boxed,bubbled inself-absorbedterminals.
POPO 2021 Day 28
Wind me up, watch me close, listen – what makes me tick?
POPO 2021 Day 27
Since she was a young chick she’s preferred plain to print.
dVerse — Poetics — Reaper’s Prophesy
Sand, once forest, graveyards for ghosts of trees, soft whistles in breeze soon rumble with trucks laying foundations, proclamations of soulless dominion over ten thousand things; foul matricide. Sand, once forest, crawls with mud and afeared who claw for last arks for floods consume waste. Jack o’lantern face grins grimly when they gurgle, flounder, sink…
POPO 2021 Day 26
Her summer mind wanders to fresh blue- berry pie.
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Samhain’s Repast
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,–from, “Storm Fear” by Robert Frost The fire roared as we raised our glasses and toasted to delicious food and good company at this, our first Samhain gathering in two years. As all had been vaccinated and the room was of fair size, no masks were…
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