I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones.— from Derek Walcott’s, “Dark August” At Will God plants seed at will, giving each an ought to live, thrive under whatever circumstances each finds itself in; be it dandelion seed in sidewalk crack or newborn in winter’s drafty crib with sour milk-smelling blanket. Social…
Category: poetry
dVerse Tuesday Prosery and OLN 387 – Shark Attack
sand shark, Meinert Park, 2013 (?) Shark AttackNo terrestrial equivalents,A shark’s gonna sharkUntil she meets a harpoon.On land are malicious goonsThat have learned how to playGames that ensure our demise.They are not wise likeThe finned kind that have beenMaligned and spearedTo satisfy palates and fear. Melissa is today’s host of dVerse’ Prosery. Melissa wants…
Esther Chilton’s Writing Prompt 75 — Things that inspire
Inspiration I’m inspired by selfless acts of kindness, not by hidden agendas. Seeing others performing amazing physical feats of skill or training inspires me to try harder. Realizing there are angels, both seen and unseen, that step in when needed inspires me. To know I matter. One is all. Now is always. Esther Chilton is…
dVerse Q227 — Turntable Relief
Turntable relief, better than any pill, powder, brew.Back when, as a child, I knew, as I droppedthe needle on Prokofiev, Moptops, Ricky Nelson.Aural medicine that neutralized, alchemized toxinsingested through all of my senses, leaving a wakeof distracted, healing waves. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Today I ask you to write a poem…
Mid-June Miss Toad
Mid-June, while doing a plant check around the yard, I found Miss Toad hunkered down amongst the new prickly pear cacti. She stayed there for a number of days, but now she is gone. I think she chose a dangerous but safe place to rest. I wonder where she is now? soft and warty cool…
dVerse — OLN — Fisherwoman (dedicated to Zhuangzi)
Fisherwoman (Dedicated to Zhuangzi)Traveling here and there,doing this and that,few notice the fisherwomanon stone, lichen-covered bridge;straw hat, tattered cotton clothes,can of bait dug from garden,bamboo pole, and bucket.Mirror, she likewise takes no notice;our frantic ways spinning through.When way of human ceases, you willfind she’s still there, fishing,accepting the cyclicity of things.In an end, as in…
dVerse — Prosery — Morning Coffee Reflections
To hurt is to steal — Bono and U2, from “Mysterious Ways” on Achtung Baby Morning Coffee Reflections She drinks her morning coffee with them. He, an introverted creeper who preyed on babysitters and kept Polaroids of children in his sock drawer; who wigged out when one of his OCD rules were violated. She, who…
Tao-Talk 