PHOTO PROMPT © Starsinclayjars Yuri had been a teaser from day one. “Your skin is the white of curdled milk.” “Where’d you find that dress? At the circus?” It had been part of a mildly aggravating yet electric courtship between them. Yuri made Hilda laugh which helped make a sweet sauce for midnight desserts. Twenty…
dVerse — Poetics — November: My Take
No green is seen outside the windows No sound but fans and sleeping cats No clear blue sky, ‘stead snowflakes fall No warmth of sun, a draft is all No laughter of a toddler running No parks or hills for her to climb No seeds on ground for birds to find No sight of squirrels…
Tanka Tuesday — Winter Blankets
“Ukrainian Figurines” by Kirill Shevchenko (Groder) Image by Кирилл Шевченко from Pixabay As winter blankets cover us,we huddled ones without a home,your thoughts and prayers are not enough.As winter’s blanket covers usour bodies wane, our souls are scuffed.How long will we be forced to roamas winter blankets cover us,we huddled ones without a home? Triolet form…
dVerse — Quadrille 164 — Through
parakeet in flight, photo by Arunachala Colors glide in green and blue, flashing red, orange, yellow hues indigos, violets elemental dance wings and fins navigate through. Whether feathers in cloud-mist breeze or wet fin wiggles in prism seas each adjusts, motility’s must, comporting themselves with ease; flocking, schooling, living rainbows. colorful fish at Monterey Aquarium,…
TSM 236 — Passed By
Remember the day when bluebirds flew through? I thought for sure they’d at least stop and rest on the window ledge, but no, onward they passed, fast, headed for another place to take respite. Instead I heard a quack. Parting the curtains, my pale, pinched face looked down. On the ground was a Muscovy duck,…
sourdough bread video and haiku
stirring yeasty sponge bubbles break, silent dirges to death’s fragrant song
#FF — One Eye
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson To them, I am a seer. They make their pilgrimages from every corner of the county. They rest on their bedrolls until it is their time to bring me their troubles, their dreams, and their secret desires. My visions not only give, but they must have their due. Little Mary…
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