Rose —fragrant, ruffled,posing, light-catching, captivating,blooming, immortal, unobtainable, hungry,luring, piercing, draining,cursed, regretful,phantasm. I chose to write a diamante form poem. Thank you, Lillian, for this prompt and thank you to Catrin for her mesmerizing artwork. Please click on Catrin’s name below to see more of her work. Lillian is today’s host of dVerse. Lillian…
Category: poetry
Haikai Challenge #157: Autumn Equinox (Shunbun)
Autumn Equinox’ Color ClockBlue globe ticks a notchGreens splash to orange and redYellow heat turns down Equinox Set ChangeBlue mirrored ripplesOnce framed with green are now brownSwans swim a new pond Autumn HarvestHungry red squirrelPine nuts, sunflower seeds, pears Wrens eat fat spiders Images:orange and red leavesswansred squirrel Frank J. Tassone is…
dVerse OLN — Redemption
This tree had seen its fair share of misery long before lightning or disease disfigured it. It is unknown how old it was when Felt mansion was completed in 1928. It is known that within months of the mansion’s completion Mrs. Felt died in her bedroom not 50 feet away from the tree. It is…
dVerse — Let Autumn Wait
It seems as though you are still summerby W.S. Merwin, from “To the Light of September” It seems as though you are still summeras dawn’s pink flame melts crystal dewand winds dance with sunflowers. Live, green-infused canvasand pears unperfumed,you play to stay. Let autumnwait for us. Image: “Doe Under Pear Tree,” taken…
#Haikai Challenge #156: new coolness (shinryoo)
Mama leads five jakesDawdled pecking crosst the roadPapa follows, lookoutAutumn’s new coolness arrivesWarm feathered huddles in night trees This morning on my trip to the library, I waited and watched a family of turkeys crossing the road. It seems a little late for jakes, but what do I know. Note: Adult male turkeys are…
dVerse — prosery 16 — Night Feeders
In their dreams they sleep with the moon.–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River” Once pampered, now refugees, at dawn they slink in grimy, forgotten shadows of Oldtown to their den until dusk falls. Their fortress is woven with plastic, glass, and metal discarded by the giver-of-treats who will never again pet their once-luxurious fur….
dVerse –MTB–Recline within the Inimitable Beauty of Gestalt
image link Original: Rest in the Peace of the Meadow Us and them, sliced on and on into ever thinner shards, until the world is bloody ground glass. Is that what you see when you look at a meadow? No. Look how many pieces to a tree. Each blade of grass together makes a cushion…
