TSM 194 — Til Death

Til Death Blind, fumbling amongst bramble I’m lost abandoned, bereft in enemy terrain without shoes, hungry, under cold heaven’s regard our love fast-fading sunshine to vacuum gloom your laugh seeps up in mist from your forever lie my tomb. Today’s poem is in the Waltmarie form, which is “a 10 line poem, any subject, even…

dVerse — Poetics — He waits

tiny, yet noble in his royal blue jacket he waits, always high, strategically out of sight, until oblivious dialogues wax, then fade away. harm passed, he then dives and snatches a juicy jewel for his demure lady bird in-waiting, with his safe return. Today’s offering is a Waltmarie Poetic Form, which is a 10 line…

dVerse — MTB — A moss-covered path

Padding spongy moss, I inhale humus air to where our love playedA tunePine canopy dapples flicker as old movies play. Warbler’s songLifts me.Wait, am I dreaming or is that your laughter I hear? My breath isTethered,I see you and she, lazily languishing, your eyes twinkling into hers.Clingingillusions de-clutter; I wish you well as I turn…