We stand, singly or in groups, quiet but for when wind stirs us; ask nothing but that you breathe. We give shade to all but clouds, sip from aquifers and riverbeds, dialogue with fungi mat friends. We offer shelter to the feathered, furred, clawed, mirror-ball-eyed insects, reptiles; to share space. Let me repeat, we ask…
Category: poetry
POPO2023 Day 19
Henri Matisse, “Interior with Egyptian Curtain” Cats offer us a chance at mindfulness if one is on our lap and we choose not to read, phone surf, or stream. Instead, pet and notice her silky fur, see how her eyes close, listen to her purr as you breathe in lilacs on the breeze.
POPO2023 Day 18
Henri Matisse, “The Pinapple” [sic] Angel Flies with One Wing Her small, gaunt white figure prays at the garden shoppe. I write her a poem. She stays with me through the weekend. Monday, I buy her; bring her home, wheel-barrow to patio, she falls. Broken, she flies with one wing.
24 SSPC 4 (2nd wk) — Cold Dew (Kanro) (Oct 8 – 22)
finch bob on thistle pecking dashed brown seeds, chirping in warm autumn wind nothing alive feels worried just joy with every breath kigo: (thistle) seeds, (warm) autumn wind Tanka form top image link bottom image link note: plants breathe too! Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday.
dVerse — Poetics — Inspired by van Gogh’s, “Window in the Studio”
What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show…
POPO2023 Day 17
Georges Seurat, “The Circus” Killing Blackbirds Small black-feathered bodies plummet one by one; bb gun begins at dawn. Seeing their comrades fall does not deter; their gluttony of suet continues. Cardinals and chickadees watch and wait. Note: this is a fiction/fantasy. No blackbirds were harmed.
Writober Days 15, 16, 17 : Jack-O-Lantern, Vampire, Moon
Moon fills my pumpkin its glow is just right wings of a blood bat unfurl in the night. When honey doth glow midnight Halloween jack-o-lantern smiles with unholy schemes. Where shines a pale neck head of vampire bows o’er warm frozen prey I watch from shadows. My stomach lurches, my gasp makes a sound; meal…
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