cold magic winter’sheavy blue gloombreeds ill under dark cloudsuntil startling white blankets fallwith cheer short days,where life craves light,season’s noc comes too soon;orange embers, imagined sun,brings warmth I walkto the mail boxin swirling wind-flowers;dainty dancing crystals grace eyelashes tunnelsarch across road,a winter wonderland!where moisture weaves its cold magicsnow globe pine boughsdroop dreadfullyin clinging heavy snowwith…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Prosery — train wreck
But that smile was the last smile To come upon her face. — Dudley Randall, Ballad of Birmingham Lolita had been trained that being white and pretty gave her advantage — and that she was never to tell what she and daddy did in secret. She’d been raised from infancy by Ruth, who’d come to…
Hey You (free verse)
image link Hey You Not going to name any name(s)but there’s a sneaking suspicionthat one of my commentors hasbegun using AI commenting, atleast some of the time. When Ihave fully focused on reading hundreds of your comments overthe years and suddenly I read whatsounds like a stranger, a pall iscast over you. Like losing an…
dVerse — MTB — If you want me to be honest
If You Want Me to be Honest April’s burst slumbers yet as I travel my slow-moving world. Each morning I make my way; Primordial, I shimmer. Datura, pale, mute blossom, listens in. Silly thought, I thought we had forever. To think I’ve waited for you. Take this clutter from my house, my psyche, and the…
dVerse — MTB — Brushing cobwebs from inkstone
Brushing cobwebs from inkstone Sol white-out blinds Beneath bluebird there’s no sun In garden dwells a human sage Red blossoms dangle Green cornstarch circle Chipping brown-furred critters love to dig showy Hazy honey texture Spider weaves in picnic pavilion corner’s pink-red sunset Canyon’s furry paw cups in golden light Your gaze, your golden eye fringed…
dVerse — Poetics — Your Faithful Hound
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 why Comes this urge to go and fetch with earnest howl Fermented myst goblets…
24 SSPC 16 Early Cold (2nd week) (Jan 5- 20) Shokan
Winter Smiles I sit at the window nursing a hot mug of tea, watching the village children play with their new Christmas gifts in the midday snow. warm knuckles tap panesmall, round faces look and smilestilts’ holes line the path Winter’s End of Day Street lights come on in blue-white nightfall. Neighbors’ doors open;…
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