dVerse — Prosery — From Abraham’s Journal

Edward “Eddy” Baker Lincoln …city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain. –by Helen Dunmore, from ‘City Lilacs’, From Abraham’s Journal February,1850 Dreaming three-year-old Eddy’s cough wakes me. My feet can never find their slippers. Padding quickly to his room I notice again it is drafty, no matter how high…

dVerse — MTB — Banking on Seeds

Dewey Decimal Card Catalogue Cabinet Banking On Seeds A-rest on shore of seed bank boxes, We embark upon novel re-purposing. Tiny, local, handwritten manila packets. From springy plants to bountiful falls, Circle closes in reciprocal deposits. Low-key pamphlet pinned on cork, Dinging bell for farmer’s PowerPoint Of step-by-step in saving seeds. Hippy bright in whys…

dVerse — Poetics — day rests

Faithful servants, they ask so little. When day rests, soft tinkles’ taps above ripples in still’s dying light. The top photo was taken in July, 2009, after we’d finished sailing and had our small Siren 17 up on the trailer. The marina and the surrounding area looks quite a bit different today. I miss those…

d’Verse – Quadrille Monday 194 — Red Dragon

Red Dragon Smoke smell fastened, pulled from valley, I climb the hill to barren ash. Trauma woods fire-blackened, uprights flattened. Bracken-scaled, flexing talons, vengeful dragon. Imagining what passion called, where sense crawled, slack- jawed madness, scorched earth fashion, happened. Knight pageant, cannon-wagonned batten down for fight. With this, my method was to go to rhymezone,…

The Oracle Speaks — A Day Suited

bare my tiny dream symphony honey moon music from above wanting less at my feet but chanting for light to spray about a day suited as summer Using the original set at magnetic poetry  I’m always grateful for what The Oracle tells me. Try it and paste a link to what The Oracle told you…

dVerse — OLN 355 — Around the Bend* (Ekphrastic for Woman with Flowered Hat)

Woman with Flowered Hat by Jean Dupas Perfumed rainbow blooms within,masked without by strained repose;mind that’s gone around the bend. Destination some may know,riot ruffles, tongues that speak;masked without by strained repose. Normals titter, “dumb and weak,”blockish shades who cast awayriot ruffles’ tongues that speak volumes, writ large in red clay;poems hummed by honeybees.Blockish shades…