When you’re born, your life (past Karma) is like a piece of stringwith knots in it and you’ve got to try, before you die, to undo all the knots: but you tie another twenty trying to get one undone.–George Harrison, from “I, Me, Mine,” pages 180-181, talking about his song, “The Art of Dying.” We…
Category: poetry
slimverse — Spring!
I’m greeningwith the grass,singing withthe birds — Spring! Wind at playtinkles chimes;blows awayempty husks. Bare lilactwigs sprout buds;transplanteesmiles with sun. dwarf lilac transplanted to a better place last year. photo taken 032121 Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Open Link Night. Am linking this up for it.
The Sunday Muse 152 — Moonlight Promise
Turns his head in moonlight shadowAstral gaze, a promise champingPulled, I’m helpless, orbits’ lasso,Smiles and nods in moonlight shadow.Walking to our cozy alcove,Sugarplums of spanking dancing;Fever pyres in moonlight shadow,Astral gazes, promise champing. There are so many stories in this man’s face. Today’s offering is in triolet form.Shay is today’s host of The Sunday…
slimverse series — I Got Shot
I got shottoday. NowI wait foranother. After that anotherwait, and thenI’ll take flight. Landing ata coffee shop, I’ll roost,sip, and smile.
dVerse — Poetics — This being human is …
This being human is water,blue blankets, morning mists, and waves,green sea foam, slick pools in blae caves,bubbling, then steeping morning tea. Pushed by seasons, pulled by physics,this being human is water.Warm and greeting, cooled receding,ice-stretched hinterlands. Temporals shaping our molecule’s context.Single teardrops and moon-tide swells,this being human is water.We wander from mud to rainbows. We’re…
dVerse — Prosery — The Last Word
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibilitythat existence has its own reason for being.— Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities” We were committed tree-huggers, yet we were scientists first. Space-X and Amazon Foundation sponsored our team to study the White Mountain bristlecone pines to figure out how to mimic their hardiness via gene engineering. Humankind’s hourglass had…
The Sunday Muse 151 — love’s seasons
Surreal Artwork by Ronald Ong Midsummer dance, endless greenthat lasts forever; hands tight as we twirl and laugh —love’s perfect weather.Hearts turn to winter,extinguished flame; forevernow ashed wet sizzles. Today’s offering is in the form of a sequidilla, a new form I learned on Thursday in dVerse. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
Tao-Talk 