A sunny clearing deep in the woods — a small tree, cherry: May blossoms. Apple buds wait for first act’s cherry’s dance — sweet petals on wind Late cherry blossoms — I smell them before seeing tender sweet blushes. Honeybee’s secret stash behind the hedge — cherry promises. Mourning doves lament under the cherry tree…
Category: poetry
#MM — Saturday Mix — Cry from the darkness
Cry from the Darkness When all that is is up for profit A call for prophet needs pierce the sky Tortured, twisted souls will never rest Until wrest from darkness by the light Sarah Weejars is the host of Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Saturday Mix. Sarah says: This week we are seeing double with…
dVerse — Book Poem #1
Adjustment Day arrives for the assembled Tarantula – A Million Little Pieces with Burnt Tongues making Tracks. Traveling Light, In the Skin of a Lion, Backward Down the Path, Fugitives and Refugees — Keep Going… Bjorn Rudberg is today’s host of dVerse. Bjorn says: Go through your collection on books, and note the titles….
dVerse — quadrille #102 — Tapestry
Tapestry Fuzzy crimson splotches Warped blossoms Viral entanglements Crude pills on the weft Tactile levity severed Too many hanging threads Dangling dust magnets I need a good shake Laid on the line Chill breeze Tightening my weave Beaten with purpose Until my surface is flush Mish is today’s host for dVerse. Mish says: Pen…
#Haikai Challenge #135: New Moon
The lunatics wait for her arrival each month – when she is all theirs. * * * Her lasting beauty needs its sleep; she retires to a darkened chamber. * * * New Moon gives stars a chance to take center stage, but only once a month. * * * Jealous eyes wonder what she…
Dotty Dear dVerse OLN
Dotty Dear Her thin white hairs Float in the air, Stick to my clothes, Go up my nose – They’re everywhere! Cat on my chest, Her own bequest; Claws say I’m hers; So do her purrs – Food is her quest. Lillian is today’s host of dVerse today, for Open Link Night.
dVerse — soup de jour
Born from Mother Chaos and Father Order Mother vivid, brash, capricious, and tormented Father drab, introverted, obsessed, and tormented Each ordered in their imbalances, each oblivious I acknowledge order whether I see it or like it or not, for The paradox of order is in chaos and the illusion of control. My hypervigilance is on…
