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…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Quadrille 174 — Count Me Out
image link In rhythm with vinyl platter spinning33 1/3 revolutions per minute, tappingfeet to Fab4’s beat — until we, the cats and I, jump to rat-a-tat. Neighbor’s AK practice, aimed not at imagined upper crud, but brothers —are things going to be alright? The title and last line are part of the lyrics from The…
RWG 5 — kblog — Origami Drum
Drum by Elena Bjorkquist seize life and origami it fold bright chains along lines that fall in cycles hear K morning drum’s translate, seek among the colored shapes as they fold and unfold to show beat of the drum words I used from the list: Seek seize translate fold chain fall line drum K cycle…
#FF — Thunder & Hailstones
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox It’s like church, with candles, low lighting, the hush as a poet approaches the microphone. Her short stature and fragile bone structure does not prepare the audience for her voice, which is like thunder on a rainy April afternoon. Or her words, that strike us with truth like hailstones. She…
Tanka Tuesday 315 — fragrant triggers sing their healing
fragrant triggers sing their healing curve and nuance, hint of meaning lilies recall textured mem’ries treasures sprout from fearless gleaning curves and nuance, hints of meaning lost and found, their voices keening listened to release energies curves and nuance, hints of meaning lilies recall textured mem’ries Triolet form Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka…
dVerse — Prosery — Playing to Win
image link The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart. by Valsa George, from “Winged Words“ Trauma rattles like bingo balls in a metal cage, trapped, praying for caller’s graced hand to reach in and release them in correct alignment. It’s almost six. Players shuffle in. Most sit horseshoed with their charms and…
Kerfe’s RWG 4 — Basking
Copperhead snake Mid-morning, a-stupored, I walked to the patio sipping hot cuppajoe in fuzzy bunny slippers. Plopping down in a wrought iron chair, I spied a copper snake wound round umbrella stem; like a glove she was. I raised her head; she put out a forked thread tongue to sniff my tangy unwashed scent. I…
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