dVerse — OLN 280 — Ask not…

Ask no questions of the moth in the candle flame–Attar A lowly larvae at the start,she crawls and eats from forest floor.Machinic munching, Darwin’s art,yet lonely larvae’s yearning starts. An ache that niggles in her heart,she weaves a pod — she senses more.Transformed, no longer bound to earthConsuming need, to heaven soars. She pirouettes in…

dVerse — Poetics 432 — Curdled Rose

My heart was split, and a flower appeared… –King Solomon A mother’s love may be assumed unless she’s dickered with a beast.Foul vapid roach, her soul consigned,a mother’s hate may be assumed.A mother’s bile designs your tomb.Your curdled rose rise, barren, bleak.As mother’s clause ensures your doom,your tender heart split for her feast.   I…

dVerse — OLN 280 — Immovable Dance and earthweal OLW

My choice of color is dictated by tact and decorum stretched by an unholy desire to be outrageous.–Wolf Kahn From seed to death through seasons growWith side to side through all they swayFrom searing heat to bitter coldFrom seed to death through seasons growIn naked shrink to rainbow showFrom greening up in sun-charged playFrom seed…

dVerse — Protest — pearl dust

Fine precious pearl, a gift divineyou’ve crushed like dirt beneath your boot;Stole innocence, oft’ hidden crime on precious pearl, a gift divine. You’re fouler than leaked toxic slime,forgot, remembered in the booksby precious pearl, a gift divine,now dust like dirt ‘neath heaven’s boot. Then comes a whirling in the airthat gathers sparkles from the dirt.Sweet…

Muse and Angel Triolet

  Muse and Angel Triolet When wings of muse and angel weave with heaven’s breeze a spirit chimes rose-scented wafts, immersed relief When wings of muse and angel weave They somersault and skirt the trees They flutter soft with dreams and rhymes When wings of muse and angel weave with heaven’s breeze a spirit chimes…

dVerse — Visions of Pangaea

In the year of perfect vision We went blind with hysteria Isolates of touch’ rescission In the year of perfect vision Find a cure became our mission In a lab in Tanzania In the year of perfect vision Plates shift back – now saved Pangaea   Note: in plate tectonic theory,  Pangaea is a hypothetical…

#MM Saturday Mix — Coronavirus: king of the zoo

The classroom is a zoo. We’re caged within its reach. Worldwide it spreads its goo. The classroom is a zoo. It threatens me and you. Grim lesson does it teach. The classroom is a zoo. We’re caged within its reach.   My offering today is a triolet form poem. Sarah is the host of Mindlovemisery’s…