Wound silky thread, row upon row, maker’s bark woven // yet fatefully scuffed; existential shorthand all understand. There remain no untroubled bits. If perchance you see none, know the pulp beneath. Mycellic intraveni creep up from roots; we’re nourished as we return to dust. Yesterday, older son and I took another walk out along The…
Category: poetry
The Sunday Muse 160 — Good Time
July’s spell wrote itself nut brown on her sweat-kissed back. They said sometime after noon. Fondling the warm iron gatepost,her thick, hungry thighs arrivedat 11. He stumbled out, pale and squinting,open palm arched over his head,itching for a shower. “Hey, loverboy, remember me?” For a man released early for good time,he was about to be…
dVerse — OLN 292 — bird brain slimverse
Kooky Kingcomes to callto see whatthe fuss is. King’s cousinmissed a turn.Only stunned —thick skull helps. Mess with my hens and facespurs of wrath –Giddyup! Look deep in- to my eyes:I bet youwill blink first. About the images:youtube: taken today. just happened to look out at the right time. A…
dVerse — Poetics — He waits
tiny, yet noble in his royal blue jacket he waits, always high, strategically out of sight, until oblivious dialogues wax, then fade away. harm passed, he then dives and snatches a juicy jewel for his demure lady bird in-waiting, with his safe return. Today’s offering is a Waltmarie Poetic Form, which is a 10 line…
dVerse — Prosery — Mother’s Embrace
taken by my older son on 050921 “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.” “Clear!” It’s the last thing I hear before everything goes blank. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m conscious again; yet…
The Sunday Muse 159 — The End?
“Forest Traffic!” Digital Art by Pulkit Kudiwal One late afternoonas golden sun tiredand headed to bed,mother’s children waited for signsto allay their dread.You see, the sea waschurning with chumwhere darkness comesand chokes.And the air, blanket ashfrom fires run amok.And ground bleeding oilfrom fracker spears andpipelines.Humans, arrogant, foolishfalling by the millions dead.Without the words of manbut…
dVerse — MTB — I Promise
ORIGINAL POEM (SONG) I’m Not Sayin’, by Gordon LightfootI’m not sayin’ that I love youI’m not sayin’ that I’ll care if you love meI’m not sayin’ that I’ll careI’m not sayin’ I’ll be there when you need meI can’t give my heart to youOr tell you that I’ll sing your name up to the skyI…
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