From mlive.com: By Tanda Gmiter | tgmiter@mlive.com The Arctic cold snap that is pushing through the Great Lakes today and tomorrow might make being outside feel brutally frigid, but it’s doing some really lovely things to the clouds overhead. This freezing air pouring over our warmer Great Lakes is creating “cloud streets” – nice little…
Category: poetry
dVerse MTB — evil in waiting
It was a regular Saturday morning for the junior bowling league, where my 10 year old son’s and other teams rolled, which took up many of the 50 lanes at the alley, but not all; there was open bowling, where looking around I saw a white man in his 30s or older with a young…
dVerse — Black History Month — My Name is …….
image link I chose Maya Angelou’s (profound) poem to pull inspiration from: Harlem Hopscotch By Maya Angelou One foot down, then hop! It’s hot. Good things for the ones that’s got. Another jump, now to the left. Everybody for hisself. In the air, now both feet down. Since you black, don’t stick around. Food is…
#Haikai Challenge #125: hawk (taka)
Spring’s sun melts snow Hawk’s shadow warns too late — Seeds left uneaten. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: This week, write the haikai poem of you choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to the hawk (taka) This is my second attempt at a…
dVerse — quadrille 97 — Breathe the Stars
“Essential oils are like little packages of positivity.” – Valerie Ann Worwood, from The Complete Book of Essential Oils and Aromatherapy, 25th Anniversary Edition (2016) Build dreampaths that are Blessed, mindful; balancing Hills and holes along the way, A journeyed setting of the stage For living to bloom. Essential oils of geranium, grapefruit, Petitgrain and…
Sunday afternoon winter poetry
Yesterday morning brought a red-tailed hawk close to the bird feeders. Only when her head swiveled to and fro and when she repositioned herself on the sapling was she brought to life. It seemed she was willing to risk detection at a chance to eat a warm meal. Perhaps she preferred an unsuccessful hunt to…
#MM Saturday Mix — Rhyme Time — lived to tell
Pulsebell unquelled when she smelled what cave dwelled. She did yell. Lived to tell. The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture. Sarah is the host of Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s…
Tao-Talk 