Tall bushy green hair tops over thick black poles, Standing, ‘fro touching ‘fro, as a living gateway to a field that is somewhere between fresh cut and gone to seed. The welcome mat is wide for the feet of grazing deer at dusk, frisky rabbits, and the occasional whooshing wings of a hawk. Green…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Rest in the Peace of the Meadow
Love Poem, by Audre Lorde Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make sky flow honey out of my hips rigid as mountains spread over a valley carved out by the mouth of rain. And I knew when I entered her I was high wind in her forests hollow fingers whispering sound honey…
#Haikai Challenge #143: Choose-your-own Summer Kigo — one night in June
short cool night wellspring mists settle frogs huddle in the mud the silver kimono falls from her warm shoulders Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: Write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to the summer (or winter) kigo that you select…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #139 and #MM Saturday Mix — My Transgressive Prescription
My Transgressive Prescription In our tribe, from birth we’re taught Follow has its time and place Strength in herd will save your skin Bend the knee and serve with pride Safe we’ll be, but are we free? Bound with threads of should and ought Shrug them, soon you’ll find disgrace Couched in terms like bad…
#Haikai Challenge #142: firefly, lightning bug (hotaru) — language of love
Understanding the mysteries of the language of love takes warm midsummer nights under the full moon – fireflies signal lifelong devotion 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…
dVerse — prosery 14 — The Inperturbable Street
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street. –Gwendolyn Brooks A pair of mourning doves wheels away, startled when the keychain lands near them. “Don’t be a child. You have custody of Merlot,” Gillian says. Harold had never hated himself as much as he did right now. Why had he ignored the red…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #138 — Intrepid We Go Forth
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are players. They have their entries and exits” — Shakespeare. Who we are is learned behavior. Reinforced by repetition Institutions’ sour savor Us v. Them a favored flavor Cooked by gluttons’ craved ambition Who we are is learned behavior. Taints our sense like…
Tao-Talk 