Maggie Jayne Maggie Jayne is the littlest Schwandtin the Lakeview Schwandt pond. Maggie Jayne, girl, the boys won’t dareto be pummeled by thirty fists.Loved by an army,she’s the last twinkle in her daddy’s eye. Will she be free-wheelin’ on an ATVor baking apple pies in an apron?Wearing camo or curls?Curtsying or climbing trees? On November…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Prosery 18 — Tanked
[T]here is nothing behind the wallexcept a space where the wind whistles…–from “Drawings By Children” by Lisel Mueller I’m floating in aquamarine dialed to an optimal degree. My breasts point to the sky. Bubbles tickle my back. I flap my arms like humpback flippers and hum low, sending a message to my lover. Please…
dVerse — MTB 226 — ROYGBIV
Redwaves ofsorrow wash throughme, a nerve-searing tsunami of loss. Tart, sweet, your twinkling eyes with deep laugh linespull me in. Idream or-ange. Yel-low slidesunder leaves, inwait for industrious, distracted mice. After long months of masked fear, the time comesto put it down.New greensprouts. Bluechangesabout, tiptoesin my peripheral vision at first. Long wavy tresses caress her…
dVerse — Poetics 428 — November
November creeps labile, weak, clinging to memories of warm-vigored nights; then casts them to bitter cold winds where tears fall in sheets. Careless deer, callous to lilies’ needs, nibble their leaves, leaving stark stalks that cannot feed summer’s hopes of rainbow starbursts. Spent frogs, turtles, and furry crawlers dig or weave beds, hoping for pleasant…
dVerse — quadrille 114 — Cloudfish
Rise to the surfacefrom deep blue each breath a lighter hue Patchwork of cloudsmeshed together,one hand lifts us up. A place where we see,formed, yet formless,happiness is a noplace But everyplace to be;blind, yet seeing,all one being. When I read Lillian’s prompt word over the weekend, I took a moment to take it…
Halloween Poetry — Manifestation Final Chapter — originally published in 2018
Today is the final chapter of the story, Manifestation. I decided to create a collage to illustrate the concept of the last chapter. Looking through the landscape images first, then to the fitting image of the goddess, I pulled out possible candidates. A fellow blogger, hanspostcard , had posted something about Gordon Lightfoot, so I…
Halloween Poem: The Forgotten Promise
This Halloween I am the bearerOf a tiny tale of terrorCloaked in gloom, I am the wearerGallows grin and red-eyed starerBuilding screams in throats, I’m snarerTime to leave – or stay in error! In her ear a planted borerGrinding jaws, consuming horrorLaying claim, brain’s apple-corerMerciless, doom comes for herUnless a cure can restore her…
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