One of the house sliders is open to the air today. I walked out to the mailbox and once again looked at the fence post falling backward near the road, bluebird box attached. Another reminder to get this and the other three ready for their annual visitors. I came inside and found two screwdrivers; one…
Category: poetry
What do you see? 22 — Caged Oblivion
Earth bound Wings clipped Terrestrial observer Only a spectator Vicariously enjoying The wonder of all Outsider to magic Willful arrogance Caged oblivion Sadje is the host of What do you see?
dVerse — barns, moons, and baseballs
It takes 3.6 million jasmine blossoms to make one pound of jasmine essential oil. There are 9,600 drops of it in every pound. Dividing the number of jasmine blossoms by 9600 comes to 375 jasmine blossoms per drop of oil. When I woke up this morning and looked outside, I saw my barn had burnt…
under the new moon — K.
The wonderfully talented artist/poet, Kerfe Roig, brightens my day with her worldview, as expressed through her art. Please take a moment to enjoy today’s offerings from her. The day is dreary and cold. A passing subway train, nearly empty, rattles the window as I remove the screen. A few black umbrellas walk by. The…
dVerse — Q — Talisman (about George Harrison)
Conjuring refrained wah-wahs Apple scruffs bridge two worlds Sad gnome sheds his beard A clean-slated tap-dancer Twirls through Friar Park Magic mantra circuits of Kaleidoscopic waves Neutralizes shadows even In darkness. No matter how Your head is turned, The love light will shine in. I wrote my quadrille on George Harrison and, “All Things Must…
#Haikai Challenge #131: first [cherry] blossoms* (hatsu hana)
Grey skies, white blankets Cherry trees dream of blossoms – Spring in name only. Audiences wait Silent, for the Spring showing – Star is dawdling. Hawks cry our thoughts, recalling memories of bursting pink perfumed dots. Chipmunks munch pine nuts like popcorn, watching previews – cherry blossoms sleep. Before the glory of pink blossoms must…
#MM — Saturday Mix — Love’s Return
Love’s Return Birds drift warm breezes, Calls echoing to each other, Then land on same branch. I listen for bells on sails Tinkling we’ll be kissing soon. Clear skies, winds westward. My schooner flies towards harbor; Birds drift overhead. Bells tinkle like your laughter; Warm breezes touch like your sighs. Sarah Weejars is…
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