As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.–Lisa Bellamy, from the poem, “Wild Pansy.” Faith As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. Shivering in a watery mess that dried…
Category: poetry
A2Z 2025 — Day 12 — Larch and Lichen
Larch The first time I saw a larch tree I fell in love with it. I researched it and realized it looks like an evergreen but it’s deciduous. In 2021 I called up my friends who have a tree and plant nursery the likes of which you’ll never see elsewhere and asked do you have…
A2Z 2025 — Day 10 — Jade (indoors)
Jade I can’t think of anything in the yard that begins with J so jade plants inside will have to suffice. Since living here, with a room full of light, it has been easy to multiply my jade plants into an interior forest. Whenever a leaf/lobe falls off or gets accidentally knocked off, I put…
A2Z 2025 — Day 9 — Iris
Iris Also known as flags, some of the ones in the yard (the bright violet Japanese ones) were here when we moved in in 2011. The rest were given to me as rhizomes from a lady at work whose parents raised them. It was quite a job digging up space for all of them. Most…
Esther Chilton’s “Laughing Along with a Limerick” — Flim-Flam Cheeto
image source link Flim-Flam Cheeto There is an orange cheeto flam-flimDestroying the world on a whimThe tariff’s are jumpingThe stocks they be dumpingHe snatches them up with grim grin. Esther Chilton says: Happy new week! Here’s a fresh limerick challenge for you – your new word is: GRIM
dVerse Q221 — Arrival
ArrivalEach arrival you push yournull rival away, timing right;call far, bring birdsong;hew dull brown to green;awake asleep; dandelionsnavigate lion winds; puffstessellate landscape tomatch cloud-patched sky.Energized, we frolic, ournetherworld forgotten; youtreasure, Sacred You, Spring! De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De would like us to write a 44-word poem using the…
A2Z 2025 — Day 4 — Doves
Doves Mourning doves are plentiful in my yard. I wrote a poem on them awhile back. you may call them turtle doves; monogamous pairsyet menage a trois at times, during courtship gameswhen wings whistle on take-off, flying fast and straightthey live thirty years or more and stay through seasonstheir streamlined yet pudgy forms, of silk,…
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