Dark berry border menagerie of beaked joy spoils my appetite; but one conscience rests easy in today’s fresh autumn air. Every year I say I will go out and pick ripe blackberries and raspberries. Every year I might pick a couple on a stroll through the yard. 99+% go to the birds and that’s OK,…
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dVerse — Q206 — Royal Sisterhood
Royal Sisterhood In aerial mines of manna, probosces probe goldenrod profusion. Humming along fencelines, tigered she-workers, suspent by unstained glass wings, harvest nuggets in baskets; after, on repeat, they bend for home. When cooling breeze calls tired sisters, beelines converge en route to their royal abode. “Bee and Goldenrod” photo by Ted I am today’s…
The Oracle Speaks — Brother Time’s Caramel Pie
Brother Time’s Caramel Pie Lingered over the window, a child’s heart desires, corduroy belly growling, some delicious caramel pie. Angel magic sails, from fat-fired sacred star, blush that colors morning air — and brother time — with joy as boy devours it. Magnet poem poets kit Reading The Oracle’s offering today, my mind visualizes a…
dVerse OLN — little patters (tanka prose)
“and don’t forget Chessie” by Viennese artist, Guido Gruenwald Little Patters rain patters through dusklike long-gone feet of toddlers’playtime before bedmemories of clean Pjs,oft-told stories, nodding heads The image I chose today to accompany the tanka has sentimental value. My stepdad worked for the C&O Railroad for many years and retired from there. I happened…
dVerse — Poetics — Plots and Rolls
image link Plots and RollsThe carnival anchorstemporarily on a city plot just behind wherethe brewery is built.It’s where we book clubidiots (book reference)discuss plots while carnies maneuver too.Inside, they roll barrelswhile we roll theories outabout, _Anxious People_;outside the ferris wheelrolls and rolls to sunset. Melissa is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Melissa wants us to…
24 SSPC 47 — (2nd week) The Beginning of Autumn (Aug 7-21) Risshu 立秋 — Time Benders
Time Benders In dreams, yesterday’s suns visit. Today’s shadows, drought’s parched earth, where nothing can grow. I weep. American cinquain form top photo taken on July 13, 2021 Colleen Chesebro is the host of TankaTuesday. Colleen wants us to include sunflowers in our syllabic poetry this week.
dVerse — Prosery — Polar Dark
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. From, “Take This Waltz” by Leonard Cohen Polar Dark When summers brushed our skin and winters pulled us close, sun and snow shone sparkly and clean, servants of love’s season. When autumn stayed, dysfunctional limbo, a gloom of weighing and…
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