PlaceboFan is placebo, blowing hot airin lazy circuits in the closed room.I consider opening a windowonto the 90 degree day, reject it,consider a cool shower; but insteadtake a hot bath, so the air feels coolon my wet bodywhen I step in front of it.
Category: poetry
dVerse — MTB/Form — All Hallow’s Eve Pastoral
All Hallow’s Eve PastoralA wind is blowing through the trees.A wind is blowing through the trees.Leaves are swirling round my knees.Leaves are swirling round my knees.Through my trees is a swirling wind.The leaves are blowing round my knees.The crisp air, scent of humus and apples.The crisp air, scent of humus and apples.Geese overhead honk goodbye…
POPO2024 Day 61
The old growlers from a closed cideryserve as food-dosed plant water holdersfor special plants. Loaded with dropsfor cacti, African Violets, and orchids.Algae paints green stained glassdesigns on each.As they grow, memory holdsof raised glasses andlaughters’ happy gatherings.
TT Halloween Poetry Challenge — Freedom’s Brew
Freedom’s Brew time is come, time is nowspell to bring aboutbanish of darkness to enable light’s shoutplucking ingredientsfalls to feathered two time is come, time is nowInk and Blot seek outobjects with shiny beams that twinkle just-sorecipes in their eyesand bubbled by wise time is come, time is nowone by one they’re gained:down from rabbit’s…
POPO2024 Day 60
What would I do without buckets:to haul fresh water for fish and plants;to drain old water in tank changes;to catch drips from leaking plant room roof;to mop floors; to build muscles?
POPO2024 Day 59
Anxious People*I attended my first ever book club.Title took creativity to find in a format readable by thesetired old eyes. FB event said 3 would be attending;I walked into a room of 30.Not my cup of tea. An hour laterI walked out into a carnival night,encouraged by quantity in a townthat usually turns up only…
dVerse Q 211 — ponies pathos
“Circus Ponies in Charcoal,” by blaisedrew62 ponies pathoselection day descends upon usspirit continues of Halloweencandidates rev and mock uspandering to dreams with liesflimsy carry-through on promisebeholden to their special interestsseeking shred of salving solacecrumbs of beneficence to gleanfrom shamprance of ponies’ pathos This is a quadrille, but also a Magic 9 form poem that Grace…
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