Cento POPO2024 Group 1Autumn slips in with cold nights;here we breathe the thin crisp air.Plumeria smell wafting in desert air,catapulted into different orbits.Small pieces sold, one by one;how many more autumns?Whomever seeks relief from the rigidity of polestime to save our freedom!Loons rise up, asserting their rights to the sky,a shiny new mailbox sending, receiving.Honor…
POPO2024 Day 33
I watch Mlady clean herself;she sets a wise example.Her, with tiny, raspy tongue,does not take on eartips to tailall at once. Instead, she doesbut tiny bits at a time.Her gleaming fur is evidencethat her method works.
Writober 2024 Day 1 — Letters: Symbols of Sound — slice and dice: sometimes…
image link slice and dice: sometimes death is a good thingoh to fillet feelingsdissect them,partition away perspectives,excise egoic entanglementswith danger triggers,eliminate engagement,terminate tindrs, unhook fromclub drugs Maria L Berg is the host of Writober. Maria says:Write a poem exploring ego death using alliteration.
#FF — Dirty Bomb
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Dirty Bomb Above the power lines it sat. Its intent was clear but its contents a mystery. “Who will it cancel this time?” While other scandals came and went, as the wax and wane of all things does, its way was different. Confident. Sustained. It burst upon the world the…
dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — Sea Rose
Sea RoseColors here aren’t the same.Neither that of Spring,Nor Summer, nor Fall.Close to Winter,chalk of long-stripped bones,dark grey of wet stone,salt of churning sea.Only when moon greenswith limelight, in morningor dusky mist, mightyou see my liquid breath.Passed into my netherwith stab and twist,life ebbed, left with tide,after which my love soughtnew flesh to groom.Yet don’t…
POPO2024 Day 32
Writing pen to paperis a satisfying experience.Sitting on the couch withcuppajoe to my leftand a cotton-furred catto my right, I don’t evenmind when Mlady taps atthe pen and otherwise distractsme with her cuteness.Maybe she injects magic,muse between the lines, as is her way.
Tanka Tuesday — Tanka Puente — This and That Are One
This and That Are OneMerging libidosFusion-powered ecstasyIlluminates usPulsing new in old darknessForming new clay from old dust~Warning: over-fired vessels flare~Sun’s trajectoryBurns toward imminent duskHere, under a starless skyCold blows over shattered bitsDissolved in pools of hot tears puente form poem (with tanka) image link Robbie Cheadle is today’s host of TankaTuesday. Robbie says:This week we are…
Tao Talk 