They wait for me beyond the door To steal from me my somber scene To play in hue and nothing more They dot my view with rose and green The peonies, new on the scene A princely frog kerplunks in ditch From gloom to bright, a magic switch Today’s seven lines are…
Category: poetry
What do you see # 24 — We are here
We are here The big red “X’es” mark our sheltered places. We’re trapped like rats as death breathes in our faces. We each knew that this day would come in theory, When nature’s wrath would turn on us in fury. We’re numb and pray and think we can survive this. We’re watching news while nibbling…
dVerse — Visions of Pangaea
In the year of perfect vision We went blind with hysteria Isolates of touch’ rescission In the year of perfect vision Find a cure became our mission In a lab in Tanzania In the year of perfect vision Plates shift back – now saved Pangaea Note: in plate tectonic theory, Pangaea is a hypothetical…
dVerse — Active Calming
Active Calming Alarm and anxiety’s fingers, like those of ravening zombies, reach through my consciousness, determined to steal light from day. I push to snap their menacing pathways closed to keep them away. Their faces press up against the transparent barrier as they pound without tiring. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is today’s host for…
#Haikai Challenge #133: twittering (saezuri)
Morning’s pink-gold sun Rises behind the pine row Mist shrouds dewed, still grass Last year’s garden twitters as Birds peck seeds in the litter 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…
#MM — Saturday Mix — covid-19 quatrain
The world’s walking on a wire Life juggling exploding balls Each hoping nobody falls Yet some will soon sing with the choir. Beneath us all there’s a fire Be it hell or hell on earth That has been played with since birth Soaring death rate shows it’s dire. Shall we get out of this mire?…
Pictures and Poetry challenge 3 — Unholy
A few stars glimmered through the morn, And down the thorn the dews were streaming. –from The Dead Kings I’d give anything to see the greens again, Where calves nudge their mother’s teats And sleepy swans rest on marsh ledges. If only star glimmers could warp today to The place before our husbands left to…
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