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,…
Category: poetry
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…
Tanka Tuesday 323 — Purple
Varied textures about Each garden in seasons Surely speak to senses States of wake and sleeping Everything under sun Lives to die; lives again Of bees and butterflies Favorites based on taste Yellow pollen pockets Or straw sipping nectar Unvaried their choices Revel in colored fills Pretty purple calls them Universal guidance Rely on divination…
dVerse — Poetics — The Quality of Being Alone
Tŝilhqox Biny, or Chilko Lake, facing North Alone is a state that each person chooses to reside in Unless you’re psychotic or otherwise out of your head Or last person standing after an apocalypse. Alone, a real challenge to find in densely populated places. Being alone has its own challenges in places that aren’t. When…
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