under the bird feeder. date on picture is 11/15/18. please notice that hole near the critter. image found at this blog Chipping brown-furred critters love to dig showy Holes to dependent tunnels in angles and depths, Intentional architecture branches to utilitarian Pretty dirt condo: runway, pantries, drainage, and Mondo leaf-cushioned sleep and nesting pod for…
Category: poetry
RIP Gordon Lightfoot (was: Word Garden Word List #13 [Gordon Lightfoot] and dVerse Poetics)
THANK YOU, PAULA for reminding me of this poem I wrote awhile back. Follow Paula’s link to see the poem she wrote in honor of Gordon also. Call it grace, mistake;twilight happenstancethat winter. A Saturday.Deep in the muskeg,bitter, colder than lakeice, your apple cheeksburning bright, fevered,pled for shelter. Warmhut, rabbit stew, dreamweaver’s healing, honeytea, sipped…
dVerse — Q175 — dawn arise
shadow topography disorients, deceptive black map suspends us with starlight along dark paths. stumbles fall in dream- less sleep to dawn. arise now blank slate upon which to draw dawn’s sunlight topography, earth’s dirty receptivity. in rainbow geometry, kernels germinate to blossom-scented reign. top image: Hourglass- The short Eternity by Italia-Ruotolo-Art Whimsygizmo aka (De Jackson)…
Kerfe’s RWG 7 — Melted Wax
Mackenzie Davis as Mariette in Blade Runner 2049 my knotty, curly apparel,purple cactus coat, fringesits naughty dance; latches,smothers, and thrills withscalding strange draw asregret boils in amber glass insidious pretend whimsykeys its caress, scratchesunreachable itch to smashnests of enthusiastic grips;hushed prisons, melted wax. Note: I did not write this poem with the character in…
Tanka Tuesday 317 — Two Tankas
I watch deer at dusk out my back slider before turning on the lights; as dark shrouds them, I wonder are they still there — or just ghosts? Breakfast cafe fare of chai and vegan croissant, sitting across from my son; infinity rests with us in this moment’s food and talk. Colleen Chesebro is the…
Kerfe’s RWG 6 — Testament of Spring
Toad squeak, giddy in spring fizz as new green leaves weep April rain.Feathers’ unboxed crayons shake,sun-paroled from winter’s jail. En-joyed, birds sing songs of suet cakes,fat with fruits and nuts; now dessertafter fresh worms and autumn seeds,their fluffed, animate cubes transformto art, testament of survival and heart. toad, giddy, fizz, weep, shake, crayon, nut, weep,…
Tanka Tuesday 316 — New Form: Syndom — Wise and Foolish (2 poems)
image link Wise In garden dwells a human sage who gathers herbs for casts. A crone with shelves of spells in jars, her nimble shaman fingers mix. Voice intones sleepy spells of ancient seer. Skilled, she mixes with spoon of bones, Expertly waves her wand, and Poof! Savvy success! Arise a ghost! image link Foolish…
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