Open If you want me to be honest urge me to keep ego empty, understand the bumps of naked; give me time for trust ‘til ready. Airy flights with guileless commune, souls entwine in threadless eddy. New-old state of being vetted rise to know which things to jetty. Close Shun dysfunctioned ways of bias. Denouement…
Category: poetry
Kerfe’s RWG 15 — Graveside
You summon me with yoke of guilt; a filthy debt, your profit unsated. My fangs bared, ugly spoils to your curled finger. You find comfort in my squirm as you scrub salt into wounds still smashed, festering, oozing pools of woe. As of your death, there will be no paid in full. top image: “Mourning…
Tanka Tuesday 325 Ekphrastic Senryu
final refreshment his grateful parched throat and eyes breath leaves in whisper artwork: A Cup of Water and a Rose by Francisco de Zurbarán prompt inspired by Rebecca Budd’s post: The National Gallery 5 Minute Guided Meditation . Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says: • Read Rebecca’s post and watch the video….
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Still blowin’…
I had a few errands to run this afternoon. First stop was to drop off loaned items at the library that were due. The plan was to put them in the outside drop box because, since today is a federal holiday, I expected the library to be closed. It wasn’t. I went inside to the…
Kerfe’s RWG 14 — Mission View
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,…
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,…
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