Forest trees, red bird;faerie dance, silk-haired;see her there amongst the leaves,wee? She’s shy by daybut needs sunbeams’ play.Watching her brings joy to me. When the crow calls onceand daylight’s not much,when it’s time for her to go,red bird nears on bough,cocks his head, chirps, “Now.”Soon they’re airborne, orange aglow. When the owl hoots twiceand she’s…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Poetics — Persephone and Demeter: Wheat and Chaff
Incestuous, insufferable, impulsive, ignoramuses. Females, kernels of life, love, sustenance for frame and aether, shamefully and with intention objectified, defiled, restrained. Gods, my ass. Libidinous brutes who have their uses; yet mostly chaff. image: Persephone and Demeter by HillyMinne Sarah is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Sarah says: Tonight I’d like you to take inspiration…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — August 2021
As August begins, chipmunks are busy a-gathering, their cheeks bulging with seeds. They still make time for chase across the driveway, under the shrubs and back again. Butterflies swarm swarms of blossoms, welcoming affections of others of the same patterns in brief amorous encounters. Monarch caterpillars wander in solitude, grazing fuzzy milkweed leaves in lackadaisical…
TSM 171 — Matlalcueye
“Roots” 1943 by Frida Kahlo Winged angel eyes beam from a young crone’s face; mute proclamation that she’s planted. Her grounded consciousness reaches up and out, giant’s stalks to climb, vines that stretch and root in once barren fields Winged angel eyes behold as forest rise symphony of trees temper arid breeze See! Clouds come…
dVerse — MTB — Trimmed Trimmed
Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Grace says:Today’s challenge: To write a poem in monotetra form. You choose your theme, following the stanza structure as described. Glenn was kind enough to point out that I didn’t follow directions very well by not having every line of every stanza rhyming the same rhyme. …
dVerse — MTB — Trimmed
The locust tree is thinner nowTo keep the tree, I made a vowto trim away from dwelling; thoughlooks scrawny, wow; looks scrawny, wow! Tall sister to the short fruit treesUmbrella-like, like dog sans fleas.A pest before each time it screeched;now rustley peeps; now rustley peeps. A bigger sky around the houseWhen I look up I…
poem — Lament on the Fly
Why will the bugs not go away? Why will the bugs not go away? The heat has made them multiply They crawl, they bite, they flutter by They eat the crops, get in my eye The heat has made them multiply Their frolicked buzzes make me cringe Their frolicked buzzes make me cringe In every…
Tao-Talk 