slight wind tickles chimesat the labyrinth’s entrancein acknowledgmentof my presence, intentionto meditate, in cool shade tanka form kigo: wind chimes, cool shade Colleen Chesebro is the host of TankaTuesday. Colleen wants us to write syllabic poetry using kigo for the season.
Category: poetry
dVerse — Q203 — music for today
Freshwater crabs? Who knew? Thirteen-hundred known species sidle tropic and sub-tropic habitats. Unlike marine crabs, their larval stage passes inside of the egg. They hatch as juveniles, under maternal care. Endemic means risk for them. clicking castanets, pooled among nymph and minnow, oblivious, play Pom Pom Crab image link Merril is today’s host for dVerse’…
The Oracle Speaks — always poetry
Magic, linger,use the night,vast as day,for it is inalways poetry’ssurrounding embrace thatslow, smokysecrets live. Not sure whether the technology is off today or my mind is, but it took a long time to get the magnet poem in an acceptable format to show up here. Please let next week’s _____ to be back to normal….
Poetry Postcard Festival 2024 (aka POPO2024) Three Days Left to register!
Postcard created by Paul Nelson, one of the co-founders of Poetry Postcard Festival Anyone who has read my blog for awhile knows I have participated in the annual poetry postcard festival for the last 3 years. Kerfe got me interested in it, and once I did it I was hooked. How it works is you…
24 SSPC 40 (2nd week) The Summer Solstice (June 21 – July 6) Geshi — Theater of Summer Storm
“There is something about the summer / That makes me moody” – “Summer Mood,” Best Coast Theater of Summer Storm Grumble, timpani preamble. Afterwards, listen. There.Wind rustles dust-dulled leaves; skin-tickling mist isblessed, petrichor aura, portends of somethingthat needs lightning’s stage. Something aboutto burst forth; wringing clouds’ torrents upon thebrick ground and drooping stems of summer.Droplets,…
The Oracle Speaks — gorgeous day
smoothest to saythese black mists shineand dream deliriously,pound sweet honey stormin play, to crush and useour lathered blood as lake.a summer, sordid as love,licks me through music’sgorgeous day magnet poetry original kit top image originally found here
dVerse OLN 364 — Each Side of the Veil
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…
Tao-Talk 