image link Floribunda Hotel Dirt pile shrinks, beds grow Red, orange, yellow, and green – Seasonal tenants. image link Dahlia Red velvet spokes Circle their churned butter hub — Summer’s color wheel. image link Summer Miner Rat-a-tat-tat-tat Hollow head drives long beak deep — Green wiggling nuggets. Reena is the host of…
Category: poetry
dVerse — On Wandering and Observing –Through the Dunes, to the Lake
Anmol is the host of dVerse today. Anmol says: For this Tuesday’s prompt, I would like all of you to wander around for a bit — take an old familiar walk. I chose to write an etheree form poem about a walk I’ve taken innumerable times over the years. Lake Michigan, and the winding paths…
dVerse — Haibun — Grounding
image link (not the actual cemetery) Frank J. Tassone is the host of dVerse for Haibun Monday. Frank says: What is worth remembering? Why are some events so important that we need to memorialize them, while others we can let slip away? How do we truly honor whom, or what, we want to remember? Using…
dVerse — Ghazal — Reason to Believe
Routine Heartbreak by Ina Mar (2009) Reason to Believe When I look into your eyes and see love’s gentle grace, I don’t want to believe your eyes deceive; they do, and I don’t. As your snug embrace holds me, feeling safe and enraptured, I want to believe it’s love, not just convenience, but…
Saturday Mix – Mad About Metaphor, 25 May 2019 — Coffee Talk
My first job aside from babysitting was at 17 years old, in a small, family-owned bakery on a small-town main street. One half of the storefront had the baked goods cases and built-in cabinets (where the back was open to the back, so bread could be slid in from there.) The other half of the…
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 22nd 2019, my home is my castle
When one is dreaming, a house represents one’s life. Is it too much to ask that one has a waking dream of peaceful repose in one’s home, and by extension, life? I know we humans are animals and survive in a jungle, but hasn’t civilization taken upon itself the use of tools to organize…
dVerse — Ekphrastic poems – Mary Frances — Ikaria
Mary Frances Ikaria From afar, a green memory on grey cloth, Migratory urbanites rush to its verdant cocoon Each season, flying on fumes. Rich capillaries run and play within And around its circumference, Where water babies are nourished. Armanis shed, skivvies donned, Metamorphosing each summer, From plated salmon to dragon tadpoles August’s wane brings regret…
