“The angel of the birds” by Franz Dvorak (1862-1927) It happened once I don’t know where Perhaps a dream I know ’twas fair About an heir who played in air Around her flew two doves, a pair At night they slept in a tree, a pear With moonlight blankets of silver flair Morning flood sunlight…
Category: poetry
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #117 — Was that really me? and dVerse soliloquy
Truth or just a dream? Passing in the night Was that really me? Things not as they seem Shifts twixt mad and fright Truth or just a dream? Altruism; schemed Followed dark and light Was that really me? Chaos taffy sweet Peace a drifting kite Truth or just a dream? Trust and love don’t meet…
Thursday Inspiration 38 — Candy-Colored Clown
In an alternate universe clowns are like sunshine — everyone loves them. All of those fabulous colors, bulbous nose, wild hair, and big shoes. There has to be a fall guy in every circus; a star in every sky. As she spins she sings to the calliope music in her head. Twirling kaleidoscope in cracked…
dVerse — elemental — (Li) Lithium
Looking at the periodic table, Li (Lithium) jumped out at me, so here goes a poem about it. (Li) Lithium A metal of mettle, many extremes, Maybe why an egghead decided to feed me to those with extremes? Fifty years later, they’re at stage one of understanding the why or why not of my managing…
dVerse — haibun — Polar beginning
Our family has been talking about toning down the materialism of Christmas for awhile. This year we did it. We traditionally have used amazon wishlists to ensure the gifts are wanted/needed. Older son put a total of one item on his list, which solidified the beginning of the new way. The gifts I bought them…
#Haiki Challenge #120: Wolf Moon (Okami Tsuki)
Frosting fingers reach, reflected in blue lake ice — small creaks, night neighbors Above floats winter’s wolf moon Wind calls — rabbits crouch; listen. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haiki Challenge. Frank says: A full moon arrives by January 10. The January Full Moon is often called the Wolf Moon. Other names include…
The Oracle Speaks –As frost blooms + dVerse OLN
Frost blooms as a withered rose rustles. How long must paths cover seasons beneath intuition, whose rain only murmurs moistly about bucolic breezes? This sanctuary is our gentle bird, coloring the tendril which will trunk thick in summer’s shine. image link here I’m also linking this to dVerse‘ Open Link Night. Grace is today’s…
Tao-Talk 