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…
Category: poetry
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…
dVerse — OLN — Best Turkey of the Bunch
Dead, unfallen leaves shine brighterThan the weak beam of our faded star.As we walk with hope to cast our voteFor the best turkeys in the running,The whole world is watching. Bjorn is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night, which was also a live event.
dVerse — Poetics 427 — Shine Folly Moon
Shine Folly Moon Chocolate blue, shine folly moonPant less after beauty that waxesand wanes with every blink.Spring shoots overhead asImpulsive sea water risesWe must fade away with dayBy bare back black ship rumAll crushed shadowy drunkTongues swim gorgeous lipsSmooth hips when sad canNot see some use let meBe but raw breasts and lustWax purple symphonyOn…
dVerse — Haibun Monday 93 — Ashes of the Dead
In time of war and unholy pogrom, the young boy’s loving parents left him in the care of the old woman who lived on the outskirts of town and raised chickens and a few meager vegetables. Until she died, sitting up, with her feet in a basin of water. He waited and waited for her…
dVerse — Meet the Bar — Unmasked
Unmasked It began with a sneezeclenched into a wheeze.Squeak-rolled by breezy hazmat suitclad orderlies to the ordered chaos of the vent. No, wait – it began with a date,obstinately masklessface; my smile always wins;not undotted eyes nor pate. I lied, I lie shunned in bright but unsunnedpincushioned, bruisedintubated half-life. Clueless, haunted, ragingthe red-capped famviews my…
