24 SSPC 35 (1st week) Fine Weather (May 20 – June 5) Shoman — June in May

June in May May dressesbright with June’s summer blossoms;bees fill their pocketbooks;robins hop tall grassfor noisy worms;wrens sing trees.   seox form kigo used: summer blossoms, robins hunting worms, birds singing Note:  the big/tree lilacs have bloomed and gone a couple of weeks ago.  The top image is of one of the dwarf lilacs that…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — eternal landscapes

Eternal Landscapes I remember everything in my grandparents’ yard, from towering hundred years’ oak to a field of lily-of-the-valley. Oriental poppy and fuschia-hued peonies reached for the sun along the property line rough brick fence. Rose of Sharon to the left side of many-windowed front room. Behind them, in the shade of pines, a stump…

The Oracle Speaks — Light Melt

like the universemake not secretdark cup o’ nighthard as glassfated must dazzlemelt ocean icein a smile   top image “Large Parrot Screams Color,” by Jim Dine, installed at fmg This poem came from The Poet Kit.  Today I bought the botanical kit and can’t wait to try it out.

dVerse — MTB — Cloud Fish revisited

Memories like floating on puffsin cortico-limbic fashion;cloud dandelions, blown in huff,soar and dive to feel-triggered whimsto tumble, jumbled in the scuff.Exhausted, yet they rise againto disperse, scattered to the rough.Mere specks with their sails unfastened,return to cosmic hieroglyphs. magic 9 form Grace is today’s host of dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Grace would like us to…

dVerse — Poetics — Waitless

WaitlessHeart in necrotic sorrow,I prepare myself to… wait.Your tardiness attests refusal.Anxious, I must ask whycan’t you glean my despair? A filthy blindness’ habit of time.Robe-cocooned, poised for tea timewith brew that sleeps sorrow,mutes screamed despair.In impatience I waitfor your shadowed knock. Whyentrench refusal?Shall mission meet cruel refusalwhen control of early end is time’sonly control we…

dVerse — Q201 — Noneday

Noneday Do you know sacred place in sevensie’s space? A time of no-time? When calendars flee? Breath, unfettered, appreciates all, exists between, within Noneday, all dwells without names, only senses attuned, communed. In wordless apprehension, music of wind travels skin sings stories scent of cinnamon. Note:  The word Noneday came to me today when I…