BuffettOur first date:you, egg foo yung;I, bang bang shrimp.Our palates different,yet we merried well.We bathed in bananasplits; yet can lifebe one big dessert?We buffeted until best used by; nothingleft but the tumsand some toothpicks. Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Punam would like us to write a 44-word poem using the word, bang.
Category: poetry
dVerse — MTB/Form — Earth Trees Weep
Earth Trees Weep twoblue sprucetrees planted in their front yardintended **l i v i n g**s e a s o n a l celebrantsover decades; but things change** rumbles an avalanche of tears **grands pass, one by one, as house crumbles;gone, beyond care, when thieves steal in, axe themCiel’s treesshine bright (ciel = sky/heaven)…
dVerse — Poetics — American Family Story
Learn more about “The Bunkers’ Chairs” (I flipped the image to show how they were set up on the show) here. “Ah chee!” “Dingbat!” “Meathead!” “Baby Girl” “Daddy!” Archie and Edith’s chairs are on exhibit in The Smithsonian. A pudgy little man with the tongue of a white deviland a teeny weeny little weenie….
dVerse — Prosery — Eclipse
You drew stars around my scars–from Taylor Swift’s song, “Cardigan,”taken from her record Folklore. Eclipse Bionauts, our filaments had been floating in cosmoplasm through innumerable incarnations. When the threads of our irredeemable ills intersected, they caught and twisted together, anchoring each other. Agog and giddy, the blossom of grace bloomed in a garden of gratitude….
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Niched
NichedAs meat puppets deteriorate towhere the end is nigh, we fly.Cyber-medical upload centerssiphon us while electric sparksstill crackle, into titanium-glassflash drives. Tiny-coffined, ourfamily pods shell out for one dayof resurrection each year.Fearful and careless call it zombie palacea place where dusteds attend year-round;for each, an annual androidal dance.Columbarium ash plants our treesalong sweeping forest hills,…
dVerse Q213 — A Prayer
A PrayerBefore looking outdoorsI reach for sun glasseswith which to enlivenstick webs, brown scrub,and grey. To say it will be a Mr. Rogers Day.A season of now, wherewe, within the all of it,smile and say, “Howdy,Neighbor.” Amen. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, back after a very enjoyable few weeks off. Today’s prompt…
POPO2024 Group 19 Photo and Cento
Group 19 Cento (with a few Group 1 stragglers)It’s all too easy staying turned in on oneself,An obligation and a test.Discern between inevitable and fixable.Trappings of terrestrial connection,They tasted like mountain muscle;I couldn’t fathom where they led.Some things take their time.Perhaps it is our cloud-constellation imaginations?Our souls bide, rooted in our mother earth signals.Heart is…
Tao Talk 