Earlier in the day, I spent hours at the dentist, having the old, steel-fortified, half-broken crown of tooth five sawed off, having a digital imaging done for a new one, waiting for a reductive printer to create a new one that was then coated and “cooked,” then having it snugly fitted onto the old bone…
Category: poetry
minimalist photography and poetry — baubles of death
Clinging to life arebaubles of death; bright colorsforgotten sometimesbut never shaken. Slowly,we return to from where we came… Kate says if inspired by her nature photo to link to her page. I am, so….
TSM 165 — Serve
You, an ambassador,might like a long string of pearls.You’re gonna be the Devil, prancing on the stage.They may call you chief,but a trooper gonna have tobe Lord, have to be landlord.Preacher Pride bribes somebody’s heir.Zimmy, no matter what you say,you’re gonna have to serve. Today’s offering is an erasure poem gleaned from Bob…
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1845 Troiku Challenge: Summertime — At the lakeshore
at the seashorewind of summer through my hairthe shortest night at the seashoretoes dug deep in wet sandcampfire smoke on breeze wind of summer throughmy hair, stringy and wet;tired from wavejumps the shortest night —lie in the long sunset; entwined on fuzzy blanket top photo: “Stormy Sleeping Bear Sunset,” by Aubrieta V….
dVerse — MTB — Trimeric form
Tall grass gone to seed dances with breeze,its final sways, a lively tawn in cloudless sky.A small engine revs, announcing last call,while bluebirds and dragonflies wait. Its final sways, a lively tawn in cloudless sky;still surprised at the length of its reprieve, iscontent with there being no standing tomorrow. A small engine revs, announcing last…
dVerse — Poetics — Parked
The old bus had taken her places; now here it sits, akilter, its tired warnings burnt out long ago. photo from Glenn A. Buttkus’ facebook site, “South Sound Minimalist Photos” Today’s offering is in gogyohka form. Many thanks to Glenn for his graciousness in offering us a chance to write to his wonderful minimalist photographs….
dVerse — Quadrille 130 — Smudged
It was this time of year, when evenings warm and tadpoles crawl ashore, when your green eyes,unholy lit, tethered me. Searing me everywhereyour touch lingered, grinning,your gaze never left mine. You wanted everything then, as you smudged me in your filth. image: “Skin on Skin Love and Burning Passion,” by CORinAZONe Mish is today’s…
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