Red Moon by Hari Prasad honey moon is full of fervent longing for her glowing purpose; in her aural sky she pulses, hopes to melt from ice to sherbet. earthly twin, she too craves touches, tingled skin with tensing muscles, rosined bow ‘gainst Nero’s fiddle searing steamed desire’s fluxes. fills the sky with cratered nipples,…
Category: poetry
ripening (varselle form)
To think these peppers were but seeds just weeks ago; five small promises, their green ripening proves dreams come true — heaven’s cultivation! Jude has tempted me to write a varselle after reading his.
dVerse Poetics Ekphrastic — I am home.
María Berrío, Closed Geometry, 2022, paper collage and watercolor on linen Ears ringing, cheeks aflame ugly laughter echoes behind as I race thorough sedge to my kin. They are my family. They welcome me. With them I feel whole, my body small, airy in pink satin ruffles. They listen. They speak without words. With them I am…
Tanka Tuesday 330 — here there when
here is where river meets pond and pasture, forever resting there in my memory; a peaceable kingdom where I journey back to childhood summers when we fished from the dinghy using lines without worms; when swans swam closer. we trailed the cows home at dusk and slept well. Adjusted Nonet form. top image: Wivenhoe Park,…
Day 3 — OctWriPoMo — *HUGH and also linked to Desperate Poets
image link Today’s entry is Day 3 creation for the OctWriPoMo. It diverges from the daily prompt. I started writing it last week, on the day Hugh Hefner died. Please note it is not for readers under the age of 18. HUGH “Life is too short to be living somebody else’s dream,” –Hugh Hefner A…
Day 13 — OctWriPoMo and dVerse OLN — The Two Harveys (and now Desperate Poets)
Harvey One Harvey the Pooka with Jimmy Stewart Harvey Two Harvey Weinstein and Olivia Wilde There are 3 selections today. First, The Two Harveys, then a freestyle, then a haiku. Again, these are for mature readers over the age of 18. One is a rabbitTwo is a snakeOne is invisibleTwo is a flake One is…
dVerse — Q180 — We’re Swimming
Creeping beastie any form be it slipping ‘neath a door swirling ‘round as morning fog drifting in as morphing cloud sinking bullets drenching rain chilly slides sheets of ice dainty fluff crystal snow constitutes each bag of bones swimming in it our water home De aka WhimyGizmo is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De…
Tao-Talk 