poetry – Page 158

dVerse — Poetics — My name is Hattie

As many times as I look in the mirror and pin my hair just right,so its beauty hides behind my scarf, out of lusting sight, still the knife twists in my gut when I know what is to come,where fine gentlemen ogle, touch, and blurt obscenities tome the lowly, serving wench. When possible I…

dVerse — Quadrille 127 — Seed Bank

I’ve invested seed money,believing in the ABC’s:asters yield deep purple;balloon flowers top charts;cosmos caps capture interest. Incented, content, I sniff,blessed by return kindness.My shareholder butterfly strawglugs from milkweed constellations. Wreaths, bouquets, cinnamon fieldsof carnations — priceless wealth. Today when I dropped off borrowed materials and picked up the new batch, I decided to take…

The Sunday Muse 158 — Dream Lover

To knock me off balance again I see you, wind-blown, in my dream. Freezing and begging for respite, I beckon, “Come, get in the car.” So cold you are! You reach for me to knock me off balance again. We cling for dear life, for our love, enduring time, circumstances. I hadn’t thought of you…

dVerse — OLN 291 — Spring slimverse series 042821

I’m frilly, perched with my sisters — songs for the bees. Beauty taunts, but beware: she can take your liver. Leaves too grand for compost; stalks so good – yummy pie! Shrinking, I hide in grass but smile for cameras. Note: if you click on the link to the photos it will take you to…

dVerse — Poetics — Queen Mab Decides

The path that once was cushion moss is now deep brown humus. Her steps are shorter, slower // birdsong and chatters are muffled as wafting cedar catches in furry nostrils; dances on her wrinkles. Time enough for this corporeal manifestation to say, “goodbye, dear friend.” ~Her weak drooping arms cling to a rough, cool trunk….

dVerse — Haibun Monday — One Moment

Looking to my left through sliders, a red squirrel is jerkily looking for seed bits that fell out of the red barn-shaped feeder that is twisting in the slow breeze. The suet cage above the feeder has been empty since the flock of grackles started clearing the cakes within hours. A cardinal just landed beside…