If you are a dreamer, come in. –Shel Silverstein, from Invitation At ten, it was screamed epithets and the rhythmic crack of dad’s belt on her back as she curled on the filthy floor. At twenty, it was the sound of her drunken boyfriend’s fist crunching fine bones in her face. At thirty, it was…
Category: poetry
The Sunday Muse 155 — Poppy Dreams
Sprouted from a tiny seed it grew into a grand plan — sail folded origami over summer’s verdant land. Creases folded perfectly Its nose a consummate point Now but to wait for warm wind her realized dream annoint. Poppies begged her, “Please, do stay! You’ll ne’er return if you leave today!” Wanting to take them…
dVerse — MTB — A Blessing and a Curse
The idea in our culture of body solely as sculpture is wrong. Body is not marble. That is not its purpose. Its purpose is to protect, contain, support and fire the spirit and soul within it, to be a repository for memory, to fill us with feeling – that is the supreme psychic nourishment. It…
dVerse — Poetics — The Warm Sky Woke Above
The Warm Sky Woke Above (The Flip) The warm sky woke above; Below the cold earth dull; From tightly constrained, To an appealing refrain, Of peaked heights, heat, and valleys of flora. The heart of day, like life, did thump in Synched beat with rising sun. The summery bouquet was rainbow; The…
dVerse – Quadrille 125 – Bacchus’ Blush
Breathe, wine barrels! Bamba the bodega! Corked Chianti and her sister Chablis decant; earthy fermentation fortified rosy grenache. Herb(aceous,) iced Jeraboam’s kabinett, revs Lambrusca with magnums of merry merlot. Nebbiolo! Oaky plonked port, reserva for Rioja – sancerrely semillon. Tokay! VinSanto yields her zinfandel. Poem origin story: I googled wine terms and found a wonderful…
#Haikai Challenge #182 : Transformation — Daffodil / Ides of March
neon lemon lightsflicker and sway in March wind —daffodils mantra neon lemon lightschoreograph sun’s embraceforever today flicker and sway in March wind with tinkling windchimes’sweet arrhythmia daffodils mantrahums spring’s bright opening act —winter’s curtain rise Today’s offering is in troiku form. Image link here. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank…
The Sunday Muse 154 — Lambs and Lions
So used to keeping her head down, shefelt the fuzzy image meant no harm.She didn’t think to pierce the surface;fell in, susceptible to his charms.Closer and yet closer she drifted to the farther shore, following the wigglesin the pool. What’s more, further awayshe drifted from the warmth of her besties.A winter wind in spring…
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