It was this time of year, when evenings warm and tadpoles crawl ashore, when your green eyes,unholy lit, tethered me. Searing me everywhereyour touch lingered, grinning,your gaze never left mine. You wanted everything then, as you smudged me in your filth. image: “Skin on Skin Love and Burning Passion,” by CORinAZONe Mish is today’s…
Category: poetry
Lai Form — Proclamation
When cats are alert,light and shadow flirt,listenfor kingfisher blurts,echoes on ponds skirt.Glistenedsteel grey plumes assertself-crowned king of turf —frisson! Donna Matthews at DJ Ranch has asked for a Lai form poem.
TSM 164 — I am the one…
I am the one who forms the vesselsfrom cosmoplasm’s clayalthough ten thousand theories willswirl forever as to how all comes about. Despite your impulse to thank or blameme, the one who forms the vessels,know the way of things are as they arewhether or not you choose to pray. From each atom of your grieving tearsto…
Larix decidua ‘Pendula’ / Weeping European larch and dVerse OLN
Rising from the soil as Kun rises from water a green furred dragon. Brown scales gleam when she rests, as heaven’s grace flows to and fro. Lillian is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. One of my old co-workers in the juvenile probation officer job ended up leaving and putting his teaching degree to…
Haikai Challenge 194: clear [spring-] water (shimizu)
First attempt at a tanka haiga. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says:This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga) that alludes to clear [spring-] water (shimizu).
dVerse — Poetics — Risk!
When more adrenalin than blood coursed through her veinsshe crawled from her bed past the partying carnies. It was worth the risk, as a small promise was made and stored in a soon-forgotten niche of her heart…………………………………….. ………………………………………She’d clawed her way back to it,led by cryptic clues on tattered dream sticky notes. Fishin so many…
dVerse — Prosery — The Sound of Water
“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”–from Jo Harjo’s “A Map to the Next World.” Gil woke curled in a dark place, lying on her side, hearing the sound of trickling water. Opening her eyes, she felt dried crusted tears breaking loose. Her wrists were bound behind her….
