Jules and I exchanged some of our seeds with each other recently, via the post office. Imagine my delight when I found this package in my mailbox. I have Jules’ permission to share it here. I love stamps, and her package to me is a gift in and of itself. Thank You! brown paper springs…
Category: poetry
TankaTuesday 335 — Honeymoon’s Postures
Eugène Manet on the Isle of Wight (1875) by Berthe Morisot As you freshen up, I wait, gaze upon two proper ladies; ruffled white blossoms, flushed with salty air, stare, hungry robins. Gull’s cry breaks the spell; guilt flops and lodges. “Where for tea?” you ask. Startled, I turn to meet your sparkling blue eyes….
Tanka Tuesday 334 — exercise in kigo
Cool autumn air sweetens backyard apples deer midnight snacks Tinged pear foliage against mackerel cloud sky contemplates texture Crows harass scarecrow my lantern touches the moon to the whoosh of wings Sulphur cosmos sway hummingbirds hover with bees autumn’s soft, warm stage Egret’s still white dots on early autumn’s green screen nature’s pause button First,…
TankaTuesday 333 and dVerse MTB — Sunflower Faith
Terri Webster Schrandt Behold a shiny blossoming of faith, upright, steadfast; unfettered golden pearl that rests in earthly shell, from heaven’s lathe. Behold the shiny blossoming of faith in certainty, a place that lays no blame; its form is manifested grace conferred. Behold your shiny blossoming of faith, upright, steadfast, unfettered golden pearl. Triolet form….
Rain is pouring down (tanka)
I’ve waited for youall summer; pouring from sky,saturating all; not alone in my patience,today we celebrate, wet. top image: Blue Rain Downpour by Sandi O’Reilly
dVerse — Prosery — Crone Power
Traffic holding its breath, Sky a tense diaphragm –Seamus Heaney, from Twice Shy Madge returned to her cubicle after a carb-rich lunch with co-workers. She plopped into the ergonomic chair that often made things too comfortable – like today. The rhythmic movement of her head swiveling between hard copy and digital data on the twenty-inch…
dVerse — MTB — Drought or Flood
Stagger home through early drizzle Sprite pizzle! Minute downpour fashions a crust Hard-packed dust. ”Jonesin’ for soak,” cry our parched plants Deadly dance. Why can’t showers show us balance? Flood one hemi, deny other Land-based water life forms brothers Sprite pizzle!, Hard-pack dusted, deadly dance. top image link Laura is today’s host at dVerse’ Meet…
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