Night Harvest Farmer neighbors join hands, bringing in the sheaves under a wheat moon while babies curl in baskets dreaming of milky warm breasts image: “The Harvest Moon,” by Samuel Palmer (1805-1881) Rosemarie Gonzales is today’s host at dVerse. Rosemarie says: Write a poem about or with “wheat” and its possible variations.
Category: poetry
dVerse — quadrille 110 — real good for free
Real good for free slipping out of k-count silk into carrie bradshaw blahniks, now clicking down fifth avenue. there — a busker bum with a clarinet. now jaywalking, she stands near enough to smell the cooking high notes. stunned, brimming with props, lunch at the carlton can wait My title and poem…
Muse and Angel Triolet
Muse and Angel Triolet When wings of muse and angel weave with heaven’s breeze a spirit chimes rose-scented wafts, immersed relief When wings of muse and angel weave They somersault and skirt the trees They flutter soft with dreams and rhymes When wings of muse and angel weave with heaven’s breeze a spirit chimes…
Haikai Challenge #152: katydid (kirigirisu) — Katydid serenade
Grass-coated crickets serenade late August’s moon – silver ears listen. image link here 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, etc.) that alludes to the katydid (kirigirisu).
dVerse — poetics — clowns and waves
The elementary school sat across from the old folks home. Each Halloween, kindergarten through fifth graders paraded in a circuit that went from around the school property, across the street, and past a large plate glass window at the end of the second floor of the seniors’ building. Clowns, princesses, mutant turtles, scissor-hands, rangers,…
Thursday Inspiration 69 — Free as…
Free as a weed in a sidewalk crack. Free as a puppy on the run. Free as dandelion puffs in the breeze. Free as a drop of water in the lake. Free as afternoon lazy bees. Free as a kitten curled in the sun. Free as a turtle on floating log. Free as the scent…
dVerse — MTB: Stream of Consciousness — To My Son
My subject to write on was my older son, now in his 30’s. We had lunch together outside of his workplace yesterday. We sat in our bag chairs on a spot of grass off of the parking lot. I set the timer for ten minutes and let the stream flow. Then I read…
Tao-Talk 