One said do use life to fluff those frantic days as if you could soar like peach petals on sky; languid, honey sweet garden dress, sleepy, lovely spring goddess. play magnet poetry here Question: has anyone been having trouble with scheduling posts but they don’t post as scheduled? This is the 2nd time it has…
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24 SSPC 29 (2nd week) — Clear and Bright (April 4 – 18) Seimei and dVerse OLN 360
spring mystery catkins, how do you purr, make your fur, silky-soft red, a firework magnet, a spring vortex, pull in? winter’s final gift new path among old woods bright glory-of-the-snow among fallen dry beech sing spring’s fresh song today spring’s first feast wind’s grace through its absence, first cherry blossoms rest, graceful white petals, cupped…
dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — Li’s Box (i.e. my box)
“Abstract House 2” by Marleen Robbins Li’s Box i little plot of land comprise my boxsectioned space, county measuredmagnet dragged me from city clocksblock that has become my treasuredimensions shift per mood and g.p.s.inexact but close is good enoughhouse plopped, space stress-less,filled with too much hoarded stuff ii within, please imagine 3 dimensionscollage of sky,…
the last laugh (senryu)
when darkness prevails, alignment’s joke set-up, to flash light’s gotcha Older son took the following pics today. I’m sharing them with his permission.
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Time Trapped
follow image link to fascinating, true story of man trapped by time What does it matter That the stars we see are already dead. By Amy Woolard, from her poem, “Laura Palmer Graduates” Time Trapped I admit Subject 2789 from Planet 23764’s soft form and sincere questions touch and amuse me. The warm, dark pools…
The Oracle Speaks — season’s wax
chocolate peach, tiny dream, sing in delirious whispers of symphonies’ wax to luscious summer sun chant my head with languid tongue, fingered sweat, lathered, pink with life let The Oracle speak to you here
dVerse — MTB — The Turning of the Worm (Palinode)
The Turning Of The Worm,Painting by Christian Michael Original poem: Your Faithful Hound Catch your scent upon the wind, it stirs my heat;Burning bright, a dog turned wolf, I range night sky,Sniff you out, star drunk, to where we always meet. Mystery. There is no sense. Do not ask whyComes this urge to go and…
Tao-Talk 