dVerse — Poetics: Movement — Travelers

image link   Gaia scoops water from our cursed lands Crops turn to ashes, our home turns to dust Our cow lies dying, her face scored with sand Small Goji’s abed, his fevered face flushed Vultures in dead orange tree, our hopes crushed We pack our possessions with trembling hands Coin enough left, train fare…

dVerse — Prosery #2 — Queen of the Great Lakes

Thunderstorms pushed my small sailboat ever farther from shore. Superior, cold, deep, held skeletons — ships and people – long picked clean by pike and sturgeon, on its sandy feet. Dusk crept into the blackened maelstrom. I remember feeling an overpowering weariness and turning my fate over to the Queen of the Great Lakes; my…

dVerse — Dizain — Respite

photo by Jean Beaufort One afternoon Harriet disappeared Visible but she was no longer there The moment had come she had always feared The she she was simply no longer cared Who she pleased or didn’t or how they fared Lila now, such adventures she had planned First to Red Rocks and her favorite band…

#MM — Tale Weaver — Visiting — Long Black Veil

image link is to Dave Matthews Band version of the song but the first “h” is missing so it won’t load Michael is the host of Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Tale Weaver.  Michael says: This week the task is to compose a tale in which the term/word ‘visit’ features.It could be visiting, visited, visitation……you go where the…

Carpe Diem #1703 skinny dipping in the moonlight

our ripples flutter like angels wings as we merge under moon’s wise gaze luna’s spotlight shines on ecstasy’s theater moans accent stillness land long forgotten our skin shrivels, waterlogged our mouths stay warm evening loons pass accepting our presence as part of the night nighthawks wait for us our cavorting disturbs fish easy midnight snacks…

#MM — Photo Challenge — Ship of Fools and dVerse — On Climate Crisis

– sound-dream @ tumblr Ship of Fools God’s ten thousand things Elements that swirl Oasis in space This dear ship of fools Rusty and leaking Decades of misuse Hellbent destruction As we build our tombs Rabid lemmings run* Deny there’s an edge Idiocy’s race Bullets in the gun Pointed at Earth’s head Afterlife to come…