I float in poppies muffled footpads cortege shadows amethyst falling geranium petals kissed arrows verdant voyeurs hush sighs mute skies where errant gods taste honey in holy water your twenty-fourth hour; now earth rules my iron sorrow Hedgewitch is today’s host of Shay’s Word Garden Word List. Hedgewitch says: As Shay says,: “What we do…
Category: poetry
dVerse – Monday Quadrille 146 — Red Church
It’s Callys today. Mindy brings Magners and water. Crunching veggie sticks with ranch we chat, from hiccup laughs to gasps. Soon arrives tomato soup with saltines and Vichyssoise. Monthly church of call and response; hushed whys turn wise in retrospect. Dessert: fresh strawberry pie. [44 words] Top image: “Red Church in Winter Scape,” by Yuri…
haiku — blue sky in winter with ELO and Steppenwolf
blue is battery charged from the sun that gets my motor running
#TSM 199 — Diamond T
American Jazz pianist and composer Thelonious Monk Before his Time’s man of his own hour tick…tock ticks his jazz notes deep down cool fly by unsquare beats in arrhythmic meditative notes. Nirvana floats. from youtube comment: Just to put it all together: Thelonious Monk – piano Charlie Rouse – tenor Ben Riley – drums Larry…
whitney form — winter garden
Last week I went to the Monet Garden in town. I had heard that they put bubblers in the pond to keep the fish alive and I wanted to see it for myself. Not true. No evidence of life in the pond. I did, however use the opportunity to snap a few pictures. I saw…
dVerse — Prosery — Visitor
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper from, “Valentine,” by Carol Ann Duffy The small, square window’s bars are iron grey. Much of the time I’m a thin lump hunkered on a concrete slab, sandwiched between straw mattress and cotton feather tick. Only my capped head, bright eyes, and red nose are visible. Even…
