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…
Category: poetry
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…
dVerse — Sestina — Mists of Indigo
“Just Before Dawn” stumbling through realms of red doubting sight of morning’s orange buoyed by kindness’ bright yellow moments of respite in fields of green a will of iron drowning in regret’s blue return again to mists of indigo a traveler, searching through indigo crystal hums with songs of red you, love, lying on wet…
dVerse — Sestina — The Tale of an Irish Rover
Oil painting by Jonelle Summerfield ‘Tis nineteen ought two. Compelled am I to tell this tale As nearer wails the banshee. After long years mulling over My harrowing adventure, truth it be, not fiction’s trail When I was much younger and a thrill-seeking Irish rover Pad and quill at your side, please scribe it…
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 14th 2019, Tao Talk and Jade Li origin stories (I love the phrase origin story!)
Tao Talk was born a long time ago at deja news, then moved to yahoo. The individuals who posted there were people who were sick of the mayhem, trolls, etc. at the usenet group, alt.philosopy.taoism and wanted a quieter place to have conversations about taoism. As all things spring from the Mysterious Mother and all…
dVerse — Lost in Translation — Twisted
“Heaven and Hell” by Sergio Arcos I am choosing the first poem, by Desanka Maksimović, to interpret. Desanka’s poem: Migratory Birds Through night and moisture wild geese go south crying in painful glory. I feel like writing a dark story: Them carrying away on their two white wings I don’t know where, I don’t know…
