Born cold and mewling behind a garbage can orphaned at five weeks — streets do what they do. Nourished with milk of human kindness on her first birthday caged but not frozen Gifted to the cat savers hissing and clawing a practiced grumpet a high-ledged watcher Cleaners feeders come and go Still she watches Until…
Category: poetry
Twittering Tales #151 – 27 August 2019 — Let Sleeping Dragons Lie
Brave Pitter and Patter wandered deep in the forest, looking for dragons, and came upon a sign: There’s a place in this woods where she sleeps Pleasant dreams of the gold that she keeps She wakes late, so be smart Or be burnt to a fart Sip your tea, munch your toast, and no peeps!…
dVerse — tranquility — one day one life amongst the others
one day one life amongst the others sheltered indoors plants absorb and dream wind chasers whishing outdoors greens bunnies browse tender clover green and pink bees hum away other blooms to drink jays and chipmunks inchoate punctuate tranquillity’s prose heads’ billowy roofs feets’ crunchy paths we meander between heaven and earth Lillian is the…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #101 — Look closely
He still remembers the day the moon came in and blocked the sun. His favorite toy, the orange bunny named Carrot, was taken. Carrot’s shadow is still seen floating past the moon on warm summer nights if you look closely. Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge. Reena says: PROMPT Write to the photo. As…
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, 8/21/19, love ultimate and dVerse OLN
Ultimate Love (Dutch website; photo © unknown) For My Sons I’d give my life for you without a thought; live on — sometimes think of me. You Make Me Sparkle Experiencing your laugh lights every fiber of me, like fireworks. A Prayer Knowing your grace keeps me human. Feeling loved, I beam it back to…
dVerse — Prosery #3 — Juvie
Lying supine in the back of the ambulance, Marga smiled as she approached her region’s Rejuvenation Center. Juvie, as it was affectionately called, had been the final destination for most for almost 100 years now. Rolled out on the gurney with her entourage of IV tubes and bottles, Marga caught a glimpse of sky for…
Can you picture we?
A velvet corduroy angel dazzles a marble steel boy’s heart Candy cake morning Catting about Blue belly woman, porcelain eyes Delicious, but born sad Almost there, come at you See me blush & bleed Can you picture we, magic like? Oracle poem. Always fun. Artwork: Zhou Zixi (Chinese, b. 1970). Sometimes young…
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