Nightsky absconded with moon and left no forwarding address.Gaia’s APB has gleaned zilch. There’s no other way to take it but personally… Designed with streamlined hopes, she wasa vessel built for pleasure and redemption;now abandoned, parched in persistent gloom. She’s beached, far from home, with rusting chains,and warping wood, her finish long etched awayby sea…
Category: poetry
Nature’s Church
Light shines through stained glassset in green frame — nature’s church;gentle winds sigh hymns. Mark at Naturalist Weekly has asked for butterfly poems.
Jackpot at the library
Eight dollars:words, pictures.Your castoff’smy jackpot. Normally I don’t take my purse in with me at the library as the bar code to check out books is on a plastic tab on my keychain. Last week I saw a sign outside saying to check out their sales area which is in a vestibule near the front…
#Haikai Challenge #197, #195, #196 (Trifecta) haibun series
Each night in June, I’ve added an addendum to my prayers to please be awakened in the night to the sounds of thunder. Paling leaves wiltin sol’s hot white stare —fish wriggle dry ponds. Where we have had a weeks-long drought, plants and bird baths needed daily attention. Three days ago, steel grey clouds…
TSM 166 — Winged Messenger
She plays moon star sky-chase’til dawn, then coyote drinks deep.Her wise open eyes closeto yellow pools in otherworldlyrealms; her work beginsas spirit wings wait for her. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
dVerse — OLN 295 — Midsummer Rain
Dust-storms of yesterday, coughing daisies praying for wet faces and feet, for clouds’ pregnant outpouring of “loves me, loves me!” –and parched roses get stingy with scent. Then, Heaven inhales and rumbles dark silver-veined reply. When dogwood branches are heavy with blossoms and rain, and the goldfinch listen under their umbrellas, soft sigh in midsummer…
dVerse — Poetics — Ernest Hemingway quote provides inspiration — Groundhog Day
It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward… –The Torrents of Spring (1926) Standing at the edge of the water, alone, at sunset, remembering the innumerable times you begged me with a happy, hopeful smile to come to watch them with you and I declined. And all the rest too. There is…
Tao-Talk 