Henri Matisse, “View of Collioure” Rows of pink adobe wearing thatch hats nest near the bay. Every summer vacation, my lungs in salt, respite; my soul balmed with carnation perfume from the hills in bloom.
Category: poetry
POPO2023 Day 27
George Seurat, “Circus Sideshow” Shadows’ dark treasures glimmer far from light of day, confined to damp caverns of morbid lust; where polite gentlemen slink, to thrust their filthy minds, swine before pearls.
POPO2023 Day 26
Georges Seurat, “The Bridge at Courbevoie” Ten witch hazel saplings arrived last spring. They summered in pots without incident. Transplanted in fall along the fence line. In winter, they were nibbled by foraging deer. This Spring, they lushed out in perfect green. Since then, they’ve battled tent caterpillars, more deer, weed whackers (sorry!,) and drought….
POPO2023 Day 25
Henri Matisse, “The King’s Sadness” No matter how carefully you arrange your ‘do a hair will fall out of place. Install a yard of bluebird houses and they fill with shy, blue birds, until they house hordes of small wrens with sharp beaks and who sing all day long.
dVerse — Poetics — Neverending Nightmare
It begins with a squelching sound andan unholy stench. I look down. Inthe brown-red mud a strewn tiny handholding a ribbon, color now unknown,as I try to wake. Black skies pour rain. There has never been a time when myfamily has not been at war, ancestorsupon ancestors. I look at my daughterwith her dark, hollow…
24 SSPC 5 (1st wk) — First Frost (Soukou) (Oct 23 – Nov 6)
ripe kousa dogwood fruit clings; pudgy, dotted red geometric spheres stubborn, they dare first frost’s fingers. laughing on dry mulch, fallen friends (are) disinterested in season’s test Note: the Cornus Kousa (kousa dogwood) is not a native to the U.S., but there are two of them growing at my dentist’s office, right outside the door. …
POPO2023 Day 24
Henri Matisse, “The Girl with Green Eyes” Respect walks with air of mutuality stepping freely and with feeling — yet it limps when lopsided with agenda. Strange fur morphs this new beastie. Its smile shines with stained hollow pegs, baby doll eyes of emptiness, its every act now tainted with suspicion.
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