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…
Category: poetry
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…
dVerse — Old (New) Dream Deferred
Now nudging daisies Home away from home Blue dreams of water When my sails unfurled Or putting along Aquamarine world Wedged in sugar sand Only wave laps heard Sun gleams, moon silvers Celestial smiles I, their wee daughter Toddled my tiller Through duckweed blankets That dipped and quivered Now red right return Old (new) dream…
Haikai Challenge #151: first (autumn) storm (hatsu arashi) / Darkness (Yami)
First Autumn Storm Dense saunal mist begs dark clouds’ rumbled promises – buckets poured gain trust. Grass greens as we hear its thrum, Inhaling cool autumn breeze. 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.)…
dVerse — quadrille — Gethsemane’s Check
Labyrinth in Grand Rapids, MI. Photo taken August 5, 2020. Gethsemane’s Check A large carved brick disc is plopped in the center of a near-urban churches’ garden. Chartre-styled snakes undulate with purple petunias at midday to wind chimes. Highway noises call like trapped surf in machined shells, far from the sea. Only ants walk…
dVerse — Back yard, right corner
The black locust tree umbrellas the yard behind the house except at the edges. The lawn slopes down, as the house is raised above the high water table; it makes mowing with the rider a bit tricky. At the corner itself, there is a maple tree that was transplanted early in the Spring. There is…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Now I am 6
I turned six over fifty years ago, so there is a lot I don’t remember about the day of my sixth birthday party. I do remember these four girls. My cousin, Susie, and I were inseparable as kids. She, being four and a half years older than me, was the natural leader. Back then…
