Sunset at Montmajour by Vincent van Gogh, painted 1888, discovered in 2013 Vincent van Gogh was born in 1853 in the Netherlands and died 37 years later, in 1890 in France. Born to a minister father and an artist mother, he worked towards being a priest but then rejected the structure of the church. Instead…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Prosery 10 — Between heartbeats
Harvey pulled starlets into his sphere, sure it was his irresistible sex appeal. Starlets knew that Harvey was the film industry power player who could rocket them into cinematic top billing orbit. What starlets didn’t know about Harvey was that his lure was more like a glue trap. Once the hotel room door closed, orifices…
#Haikai Challenge #126 (2/15/20): returning cold (saekaeru) and dVerse’ OLN
Afterthaw’s blizzard Chills water to ice, mid-drip – Bird’s baths must wait. ~ Clear path turns long trudge To mailbox. Warm weather left No return address. ~ Cardinal feathers From slick shiny to puffed warmth — Cold’s return fashion. ~ Weatherbug’s re-freeze Tells crocus and snowdrops: “Sleep on for awhile.” ~ Midwinter light grows Temperatures…
#MM Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces
like dawn you crept in to mend these cracks with golden light this vessel again fit to hold a promise fulfilled with love’s elixir drinking in brightest noon, thirsting as we entwined in toasts day waned and midnight fell, our restored cups clattering evermore breaking our once cupped hearts into red glittering shards that left…
Cloud Streets
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…
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…
