Whilewalkingthe gardensat night, low light,we’re glassed in & warm.Breathing in moist exhalesof plants while wind screes outside,to satisfy keen need for green.Warm-loved glow of together time,silent songs, priceless sense of belonging. Chimes say closing time; the spell is broken.Son and wife bundle precious daughter, bracing for crunch-cold walks to cars“Bye, Grammalisa.” She waves.I lean in…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Q193 — Don’t Pinch Me
Don’t Pinch Me In half spoon-curled,nitelight soft-glowed,mattress-warmed,flannel-soothed,vervain-sniffedfluffy clouds I face youreven-breathed,solid presence. Eyelashes droopabove cold nose,waiting; my handrising and fallingon your chest. In timeyou turn to scootch-reachcloser, low-growling. Don’t pinch me if I’m dreaming. Top image link De is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a quadrille (exactly 44 words…
The Oracle — eden root
Which cycle’s noble?Summer green vining tendril,but never cloudy frost?Gentle poet every garden.Make peace with nature.Be here, there, in Eden root. top image link, which also takes you to an article about this song
24 SSPC 17 Early Cold (3rd week) (Jan 5- 20) Shokan and dVerse OLN 354 — cold magic
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…
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…
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