Fluffy blanket cloudshug winter moon’s cold curves –dogs dream near the fire. Snow owl disappears inside winter’s cold moon heart –pink wings rise with sun. Frost moon brightens dark-shadowed twigs scraping windows –I shiver inside. Dead tinseled trees rest at curbside, row after row,under a cold moon. Mice on ice skates twirlin…
Category: poetry
Dark Angel for earthweal
At age of five became I blindBad nerves to blame that made me screamCursed I our God for act unkindYet all, my friend, ’twas not as seemed The act upon heaped thoughts unkindTurned out to have a brighter themeThrough haunts did stray the other fiveTo caves of dreams with golden seams Each night I searched…
Dancing in the Dark
As I’m looking through poems for a submission for a chapbook, I came across this. Not sure which blog had the prompt question, but here it is and my response. The poem is a modified Minute Poem form. Image is “An Intruder in the Forest,” by Rodulfo. In the shadows, did you ever secretly wish…
Haikai Challenge #170: Christmas Queen
She of red-crested head, hungry,dwarfs her cagemate with grace.Queen of woodpeckers visitsthis Christmas morning. image link Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that states, or alludes to, any of the Kigo cited above. Please reference which Kigo/Date to…
dVerse — MTB 229 — Clouded Amber?
Days odd and even even sun-crossed moon, are the (the)ater of unresolved thoughts. Thoughts waived, arrhythmic tattering honey. Honey, swirled and cloudy, won’t; wont to ooze and cling to heart and wing, stick, stick(y), drippy cotton-candy paralysis, pre-fossilized to to(tal) unsolved resolution. Ink-expressed, we may have have(n) in comfort that what we leave, might-have-been been…
dVerse — Poetics 434 — Croaked
Once upon a Spring… Penny did her usual afternoonstroll in the forest; crocus and lily-of-the-valleyperfumed the trail. Birds sang from treetops; spring peepers called from the pond. Inhaling deeply and sighing, Penny felt a contentmentshe could only find at this time of the year. Lost in her thoughts, she heard the loud croak of a…
Sarah’s Advent Calendar, Day 15: Heaven’s Holiday
Originally posted on Sarah writes poems:
The sound of heaven’s holiday tinkles.Cedar wafts on cloud cushions.Snow plays at twelves.Apple-cheeked fiddlers saw whilecurly-haired dolls wearing holiday finerydance with elves and bunnies.Reindeer prance and fuss, harnessed toburnished wood sleighs. Chased by angels,they leap along crystal-bordered ponds —geometric shapes and figure eights to eternity. The great hearth in…
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