Yarrow I’ve had yarrow of multiple colors. It seems to sprout up wherever it wants. Right now there is white yarrow growing between the cracks of the driveway. I love not only their colorful blossoms but their feathery foliage. Which of these yarrow are your favorite? One more day to go and A2Z 2025 will…
Category: poetry
dVerse — OLN — poeming through the gardens
Imagine you’re in Chinaand that it’s real bamboothe panda bear is smilingand posing just for you. The hyacinth are bloomingclumped in their special potsgone before the bees wakefragrance calls just us. Naked Miss Wisteriais missing her new dressancient crone stands with helpof iron-caned trellis. Peter’s fond of cabbagealas he breaks his teethSilly…
dVerse Q 222 — What’s the Matter Here?
What’s the Matter Here?a child cowerson steps of brownstoneperson standsknuckles purplingofficer arriveshand at her waist“an altercation?”“no, officer. a differenceof opinion.”“between who?”“myself anda gentlemanwho ran.”“about what?”“he thought he had a right,and I didn’t.” top image link Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Punam says:write a 44-word poem using some form of the word alter.
A2Z 2025 — Day 14 — Nests
Robin Nest There used to be a robin’s nest under the top board of an old section of fencing until the board fell. I haven’t seen robin nests in the yard since then. Wren NestOut back there is a mass of wild rose bramble. One year birds (wrens) made a nest in it. …
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Traveling Exhibit
“rough edges,” by Elise Siegel Traveling ExhibitMy maker’s shoppe birth of pink clay glued with sandgathered from hill and lake,slathered on stainless framesun-baked in bright, green June.I squalled under solstice moon,pumiced smooth, near-human,buttoned into pink gingham,swaddled in plush receiving blanket, sent to dwell withneurodivergent bunglersWho, conveniently, were tooinner-turned to pay me much mind.In neglect, this claymation…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Faith
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…
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…
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