BuffettOur first date:you, egg foo yung;I, bang bang shrimp.Our palates different,yet we merried well.We bathed in bananasplits; yet can lifebe one big dessert?We buffeted until best used by; nothingleft but the tumsand some toothpicks. Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Punam would like us to write a 44-word poem using the word, bang.
Hiatt’s (and Mike Porter’s,) “Tennessee Plates”
image link Since blue-tooth is out AGAIN in the car, I’ve been listening to CD’s, including, “Hiatt Comes Alive at Budokan?,” which is neither a tribute to Peter Frampton nor recorded in Japan. You know the origin of the title by now (if you don’t please look it up.) The live album was released in…
FFF54 back to wood burning
The above video was taken 12 years ago, when wood burning was our sole source of heating the house. It was affordable, a quiet way to heat, and it did a good job. We had a dependable source of seasoned hardwood for some years. Things change. My relationship ended and the source for wood dried…
dVerse — MTB/Form — Earth Trees Weep
Earth Trees Weep twoblue sprucetrees planted in their front yardintended **l i v i n g**s e a s o n a l celebrantsover decades; but things change** rumbles an avalanche of tears **grands pass, one by one, as house crumbles;gone, beyond care, when thieves steal in, axe themCiel’s treesshine bright (ciel = sky/heaven)…
#FF — Trapped
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Trapped Any tea drinker knows that in order to make room for hot tea in the cup, she needs to sip or pour some of the cool out. Mary’s countertop is stained from spills. She’s never quite gotten the knack of giving a little. Mary, imprisoned by sentimental memories from…
dVerse — Poetics — American Family Story
Learn more about “The Bunkers’ Chairs” (I flipped the image to show how they were set up on the show) here. “Ah chee!” “Dingbat!” “Meathead!” “Baby Girl” “Daddy!” Archie and Edith’s chairs are on exhibit in The Smithsonian. A pudgy little man with the tongue of a white deviland a teeny weeny little weenie….
dVerse — Prosery — Eclipse
You drew stars around my scars–from Taylor Swift’s song, “Cardigan,”taken from her record Folklore. Eclipse Bionauts, our filaments had been floating in cosmoplasm through innumerable incarnations. When the threads of our irredeemable ills intersected, they caught and twisted together, anchoring each other. Agog and giddy, the blossom of grace bloomed in a garden of gratitude….
Tao Talk 