False Spring Cloudless blue’s sun melts remaining snow piles November witch hazel buds blooming Hawks’ plaintive cries for spring fever Back field fooled; sprouting new grass Wet trail from garden hose Empty bird feeders Heater silent Unzipped coat Smiling Cheeks reverse etheree form kigo used: remaining snow(piles), sprouting new grass, false spring (title) Colleen Chesebro…
Category: poetry
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…
24 SSPC 19 Deep Cold (2nd week) (Jan 20 – Feb 2) Daikan — bussokusekika series
Remember Blessings Winter’s cold horse laughs Fog mist overlaps slate grey Blue’s empty promise I remember my blessings Turn away from self-pity Towards home, slippers, and hot tea Tasty Respite Hot coffee with cream Smiles as she takes our orders Lampshade ambience Our bellies full of breakfast Bundle up with hats, coats, gloves Step out…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — breathe
In the middle of the night, when my mind thinks it’s dawn, I count my breaths, tongue to the roof of my mouth. Once in the rhythm, I rub a spot just below my navel until it is warm. The cage opened, a tingling host of healers is released to roll their circuit, nibbling away…
The Oracle Speaks — Grow Sanctuary
Grow Sanctuary Between forest and moon a secret is seed. Listen deep, feel Eden, follow fertile song. In love’s soul murmur you can grow sanctuary like Winter falls for Spring.
Tao-Talk 