Far-flung, afield, dusk travel’s magnet draws moonglow painted shadow space. I pause to note rough sounds cease asnight’s homely adjustment commences.Soft rustles, steps, flutterings stitch air,litter low, just over there, now whispers here.Sense a thousand ears tuning their stationsfrom light’s brash cymbal-clapped squawksto Hammond B of night’s sweet clarinets. top image by Dokkar Kerfe is…
Category: poetry
Snow in May
I am expecting rain today; looking out, I see cottonwood snow.
dVerse — OLN 338 — Embraced, Alive (a sestina)
The love embrace of the universe the earth mexico myself diego and senor xolotl – by Frida Kahlo Looking out upon our world I feelWonder at it all. With joy and hurt,Living threads to weave in light and grief, Heartbeat rhythms, warp and weft in grace.Ev’ry life rise from, return to, dust;Spanning, cherish lush brocade…
Art-ificially Yours — Tonight’s Dessert
Ima finish this song, then comes dessert. Can you guess who’s chosen tonight? Picasso Piano Tiger AI image with Bing by Paula Light Paula Light is the host of Art-ificially Yours.
dVerse — Poetics — Slipping into Surrealism with Erik Johansson — “Cumulus and Thunder”
“Cumulus and Thunder,” by Erik Johansson Waldo loves to play god but he’s just a sheep shearer. Who does he think he is deciding the weather, entrapping us poor little fuzzy creatures and taking our warmth so we can do his bidding. Since when did god ever need helpers? Oh, he has such a serious…
Tanka Tuesday 319 — Kismet
© Terri Webster Schrandt It happens at every peeper’s first song — velvet blossoms call. Unfurled at the lake, I again remember your face receding. ~love~ Like a burr I’m unaware I carry, it settles on me. Dwindling as it disperses, yet doomed; planted with its velvet nightshade. Memuente form created by Kerfe for Colleen’s…
dVerse — Prosery — Abandoned
On this day without a date,On a back street, dusky— Charles Simic, from My Friend Someone On this day without a date, on a back street, dusky, sounds the wail of an infant. Old Ginny, still half-soused from the night before, thinks she’s dreaming. Lula, the bloodhound, licks Ginny’s face as the baby wails through…
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