image by Karen Davis fluffy hare wet, slinks dew dank moonlightslips mist smoke, breath quick on her flightpinpoint cycle that’s quilled with her designregrets of the wounded all taken in stridesleep put off as it’s done when all bets ridetime to rest when post-collect’s magic sanctify words used: slink, cycle, regret, breath, bet, wound, smoke, sleep,…
Category: poetry
micropoetry at the garden shoppe
I went to a garden shop the other day and found a sweet batch of lawn ornaments. Five baby dragonscurl and roll in warm sunshinewaiting for mommy granite effigiescall feathered friends in to bathespring water and green purred in contentmentmoon settles in her beinglost in last summer lands in front of meall…
Tanka Tuesday 324 — Thunderbird Rise
Terri Webster Schrandt Great Sun called us forth as man crawled from wet red clay. We came to dwell here, perched in western sky, twixt realm messengers, with eyes attuned to slithers. Black knotted hungers multiply, feast on weary souls drained of spirit. We rise from Great Mountain thundered flaps, eyes lightning flash snakes poof,…
dVerse — MTB — Trust and Faith
Tuesday morning’s opened windows’ chill brushed ‘crost my cheek. A sigh released, relieved heat waved its way to scorch with oven gasped hush other hamlets; tender drum rains now beat. Wednesday night as shades are drawn a cold tale told as shawl weaves shadows round the moon’s glow Summer came too soon. Spring threw off…
dVerse — Poetics — Beethoven – Symphony No.7 in A major op.92-II, Allegretto — garden party
“Masked Party in a Courtyard,” (1775) by Pietro Longhi Soothing heartbeatsjoined by joy; strings’ melody Sharp-creeped discomfortdigs deeper entrenchment Stronger convictionreaching course of action Emphatic boom big hornsmarch towards doom Tiptoe echoesdawn insight Pleasant flowery meadowpipes cushioned respite For a momenttentative fingers of freedom Inhabited support marching background Shifts sip marchsoft endorsement Pizzicato pathwaysrecede to…
dVerse — Monday Quadrille 178 — Must Be Present to Win
Art by Jared design Life is your televised game show. Spin the wheel of fortune to test your luck; make choices that can put you in jeopardy; starve alone for weeks in wilderness. Life isn’t something you can call in. You must be present to win. No reruns. “Wheel of Fortune,” “Jeopardy,” and “Alone” are…
Rain Man revisited — a prayer for North America and all of her life forms
‘Twas that bright cloudless June When the doves flew away When cicada song rose in a menaced refrain When sunflowers bowed their heads in surrender When it seemed like we hadn’t had rain in forever We heard a kerplunked chipped wheel of a wagon and the rhythmic clip-clop of a shoeless horse draggin long before…
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