Each Side of the VeilThere is a realm of death and lifethat long has dwelt each side of veilwhere midnight falling waits on one;where owls glide moon’s beams, not the sun’swhere breath softs and loss of logic begunwe creep to cross to dreamland’s trails.Before we know, we’re on the other,altered stated, senses priming,mid-way adventured, directionless,a…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Summer Solstice Child and TT’s 24 SSPC 39 (1st week) The Summer Solstice (June 21 – July 6) Geshi
Summer Solstice Child My birthday is very near Summer Solstice. Back then, women spent days hospital-bound, which was thought to aid in recovery from the birthing experience. I imagine my mother’s face as she stepped out into warm sunshine’s balm from cool, pale, sterile halls holding a swaddled me. new lives beginning for we are…
dVerse — Poetics — Dad (repost)
summer rain fallsI remember how you lovedwarm days on the lake l.-r. me, my dad, and my brother Daddy’s hands were large, with dark hair and pleasant toneThey were proportionate to his thin frame and long bonesHands I used to stand and watch, transfixed, as he shaved My father’s eyes rarely had courage to meet…
dVerse — MTB — The Crow’s Should Examined
The Crow’s Should Examined Here again, I laboriously climbyew’s dry branches in dead forestto crow prophesy:Take warning, we should forgive each other.You disparage my oily black feathers,considering them unsightly, unclean.Consider this too, though polar, may youglean from me, as mouthpiece, morselsthat may nourish all souls?Instead we are opposite, westand, entrenched in our untenable positions, blinded,…
The Oracle Speaks: make care how
entwined tendrilverdant, fertilegiver, will stemthen stalk us.like worms that eatonly earth,everything you knowcan scatter;so make care howto cultivate a being. I added an “s” and a “to.” For those who wanted to see the poems I made from the botanical kit so far on my metal desk: There are enough letters left to make 2…
24 SSPC 38 (2nd week) The Time of Planting Grains (June 6 – 19) Boshu — badger’s hexastitch series
hidden moth rests out of the rain in perfect camouflage safe in her still silence from hungry bird hunters preserved groundhog perches cool air defying his label aware but unafraid safe in this world preserved exposed treefrog invisible but only to himself boldly sings to be heard hoping to get lucky Badger’s Hexastich form kigo:…
dancing daisies
Noticed these while taking kitchen scraps out to the compost pile today. Dancing daisies made me think of Dave Matthews Band song, “Dancing Nancies.” we are each a dancing daisyas one under sky
Tao-Talk 