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…
Category: poetry
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…
The Sunday Muse 157 — Pushing Daisy
Rain’s hissed night Paved grey day Sun’s surprise Cracks me up Carrie is today’s host for The Sunday Muse.
dVerse — MTB — Heart Strings
There’s a fat butterball in a sapphire sky as the words float away now forgotten the whys With the crane in the grass and her mate in the pond I suck love from the air as they sing of their bond Honeybees // dandelion chipmunks dig out their tunnels Robins run // then they stop…
dVerse — MTB — No More Chocolate Before Bed
When the teats on the cows were so tight, and the balls on the bulls were just right; when the corn danced tango on the ass of a pig; when the rat consorted with the goat and then birthed ghoulish vermin, I woke! image: Joan Miró, “The Tilled Field” (1923) I love Dr. Seuss and…
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