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dVerse — MTB — Winter Sparrowlets
Winter Sparrowletsifairy feathers, snowy starlightshackled inside crackled blue ice former spacenaut, fallen treasureearthly yellow friendly night lightsurprised winter walker’s pleasuresnowy starlight, fairy feathers iinightly walking, winter gardenpathlights shining on the watervoices echo as we’re talkingbouncing off a landscape spartandispels outside darkness stalkingwinter garden, nightly walking iiiwinter beacon, silent singercomfort us when long nights lingerinduce hope,…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Groundhog Day
It is a summer day walking along the winding path of the former golf course that is being re-wilded into a nature preserve. The property sits adjacent to another nature preserve, which also has a wildlife sanctuary, education center, sugar shack, and community garden. It is a separate entity but is also considered a welcomed…
The Oracle Speaks and Fashions Two
image link muscle man big hard ‘Vettecombs timelives fastlike if worldwere winethough equippedwith an attitudesuited tosmooth shave image link confident chickconvertible cooldrives her hair fuzzysexy freedomedmystery symbolnot on a t-shirtgroovy operatora thing that getsin your face I decided to live dangerously and used the Mustache set of the magnetic poetry words.
dVerse OLN 377 — Note to Myself
Gertrude Abercrombie’s, “Where or When (Things Past)” (1948), oil on canvas, 21 1/2 x 35 1/2 inches. Image courtesy of the Carnegie Museum of Art and Colby Museum of Art, shared with permission Note to Myself A small, tall door left,in space wherehorizon cuts offat legless knees.Reflexes subdued,tethered to lobotomizing deaf.Paralyzed marionette,holding strings,manifest myself rearing…
dVerse Poetics — Skinnamarink Surreality
Nose hairs crackle in minus.One degree less and the whole thing blows.‘Cause cold means COLD.Even equators know that. In 1972, I still rememberyou were the town crone —and our summer thrill. Your name is given,but it is up to youwhether or not to use it.If you do, what it meansis for you to choose,not the…
dVerse — Q216 — Can you guess who I am?
Can you guess who I am? Hints: Matte, sparkled with prism upon flat or contoured terrain; edged by windsways, pert chirps, your grateful eyes under unshrouded bright.Wavy, opaque cylinders drip away gentle rhythm to my welcome cameo that dispels shivery moodsgloom fleesmakes wayto feel, re-embracehope. Michelle Beauchamp, aka Mish, is today’s host of…
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