PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Til Death Startled awake, I listen for Mr. Coffee’s gurgle, but he’s not singing. It’s always a surprise to realize you’re dead, as our lives continue as if you are alive in the other realm. At first I thought you must be in limbo, waiting for the elevator, but it’s…
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dVerse — Poetics — Waitless
WaitlessHeart in necrotic sorrow,I prepare myself to… wait.Your tardiness attests refusal.Anxious, I must ask whycan’t you glean my despair? A filthy blindness’ habit of time.Robe-cocooned, poised for tea timewith brew that sleeps sorrow,mutes screamed despair.In impatience I waitfor your shadowed knock. Whyentrench refusal?Shall mission meet cruel refusalwhen control of early end is time’sonly control we…
24 SSPC 9 (1st wk — Nov 22 – Dec 6) Light Snow — Shosetsu
November’s Hourglasses donning hoody and quilted vest, she makes her way out to the mailbox. a pale, weak sun washes cold; no relief from wind, no warmth found between junk mail. in disappointment she turns. her steps scuff gravel gray path of the forgotten across the globe, on her deathbed, a woman mourns there’s no…
Tanka Tuesday 332 — Larks Rise
image link larks rise, exultation of feathers harmonize, celestial and wise ready souls hear blooming over grasslands, larks fan, muted blossoms, empty, weightless brahmans leading souls home larks roost in heaven’s tree beyond thick cotton clouds that hide mist peak of mount when day is done Abhanga form Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka…
dVerse — Poetics — Ekphrastic senryu
twirling in freedom sick child dances in heaven parents weep at grave Right now I’m reading George Saunders’ 2017 novel, “Lincoln in the Bardo,” which revolves around Abraham’s son, Willie’s, death as a child and how Willie finds himself in a purgatory-type place called Bardo. Seeing this image immediately made me think of Willie Lincoln….
dVerse — Monday Haibun — Solstice
Mom will not see another solstice in this life. Day is night and night is day as night approaches. They say the morphine is to help with breathing and for the pain; but mom was breathing ok before and she had no pain other than that of the children she bore and the grandchildren she…
dVerse — Quadrille 150 — Final Farewell
image link Her living lingered, her funeral brief; children scattered, peers long gone home. Ghosts’ welcomes await her release from the bronze urn. She’s sprinkled along Spring thunderstorm’s wake, towards the lake. April sun’s comfort warms as it dries; her chalky residue remains, her final farewell. De Jackson, aka whimsygizmo, is today’s host for dVerse’…
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