spider weaves in picnic pavillion corner’s pink-red sunset I hack at deadwood as tourists depart and temperatures fall you build stick pyramid over handfuls of dried beach grass yellow-orange pyre against black silhouettes; smoke curls to sky you tend our crackling host as I pour toddies from bullet thermos alone with night, blanket across our…
Category: poetry
24 SSPC 10 (2nd wk — Nov 22 – Dec 6) Light Snow — Shosetsu
when early winter dusk comes birds fly to hidden branches humans couch up, sip toddies, to netflix and chill image link watch: when chilly north winds blow chipmunks tunnel in snowdrifts one furry little face may suddenly pop out “A Warm Hearth,” by Christopher Holmes midnight warmth around the hearth punctuated with a knock neighbor…
dVerse — Q190 — Now Ashes
image link Chalk outline-sketchedYellow tape-festoonedRelationship crime sceneFebruary’s dead Valentines Grabbed, slabbed, toe-taggedEvidence room desertForensics team stymiedCold case mystery No bodies claimedMorgue now overflowingHearts in limbo Convoy of hearsesCruise Crematory LanePurge in flame Ashes in the wind. Mish is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish says:write a quadrille (exactly 44 words, minus title) using the…
Fallen Comrade
Out on an errand yesterday, I took time to stop and take some pics of the giant tree that got cut down. As evidenced by my feet and legs, you can see its girth. I walked across and it was 6+ feet from side to side. Here are the other shots I took of it…
dVerse — OLN 351 — Christmas Cactus Thanksgiving
taken today november blossoms soul shines, white and pink manna early christmas lights plugged into sun, offering priceless, remembering thanks taken today taken 111923 Grace is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. Grace offered a possible topic of food, which got me thinking about how flowers are manna for the soul, especially in November.
24 SSPC 9 (1st wk — Nov 22 – Dec 6) Light Snow — Shosetsu
November’s Hourglasses donning hoody and quilted vest, she makes her way out to the mailbox. a pale, weak sun washes cold; no relief from wind, no warmth found between junk mail. in disappointment she turns. her steps scuff gravel gray path of the forgotten across the globe, on her deathbed, a woman mourns there’s no…
dVerse — Poetics — Letters of Love
Barb and Rod when grey dulls life’s gleammind wandering back to bleaknessyour face, grace, returnsyou turn, I follow your lightblack numbness again vanquished Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Punam says:I think, we all have many, maybe hundreds, of unsent and unwritten letters inside us. So let’s write letters today. Write to…
Tao-Talk 