Yellowed film spins reel, buoy’s roulette, blinking green, then red, in wind- rattled notes, silent sound through fish-dense mist’s shroud of moonlessness. I, upturned, paste-faced, full starkers, wet-footed, numb red fingertipped, & windbreaker whipped, am waiting. Are “we” flotsam, jetsam, lagan, or finally derelict? [44 words] top image link Note: I have a general idea…
Category: poetry
dVerse — MTB — Fun with Anagrams (2) — Peaceful
plea plea plea cue lull fluff all ape fleece all flap puff all clap appall all fall flee puce place cull puce fleas peace leap alpaca cape lace lapel ace flaff peeps feel full alula cupful ale up up up feel feel feel ful peace more new terms: flaff (flapping, fluttering) alula = structure on…
Oracle 111123 — Summer’s Skin
Enormous petals moon usboiling whispery chants;sad cool sea, frantic sleep,repulsive fluff we elaborateand suits life here. But up there in the peachby day we soar light,sun luscious urge, drunkas a puppy by mad wind;my tongue licks summer’ssmooth skin. thank you magnetic poetry online for making the Oracle possible and easy to tap into
Friday Favorite Feature 12 — Plea for Peace
Let grace blank the slatecradle tears and salve each acheto bless us forwardwe must leave curses in dustcultivate peace’s garden I listened to US Senator Bernie Sanders last night and please, take a few minutes out of your day to listen to what Bernie has to say. I grabbed Sting’s album, “Nothing Like the Sun”…
dVerse — MTB — Fun with Anagrams — Permute
up tree temper erupt um er em put rum puree per ump permute meter peter rut rue temp tump term mure pree rete re meet me pure meet me true NOTE: My process was to first think of a word with 3 vowels and 4 consonants in it. I wanted it to be a verb….
24 SSPC 7 (1st wk) — The Beginning of Winter (Ritto) (Nov 7-21) — Autumn Storm
As November’s globe ticks its way to other orientations, long nights imbalance with ever-shortening light. Today, rain is forecast. Noon’s pregnant clouds occlude what scant light there is; and by five o’clock landscape is but blurry shadow as the temperature drops. Dusk, a dingy blank upon which nothing is writ even crows silent moon feels…
dVerse Poetics Nature’s Emissaries
How many would be smothered in their cribs to interrupt their trajectories? How many would be unburned at the stake? How many would be unhanging from trees? How many innocent souls would be unraped? Imagining a convoy of Chrononauts on the move Better than Ghostbusters, interrupting evil in its tracks; Confiscating kindling, ropes, and demonic…
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