“Forest Traffic!” Digital Art by Pulkit Kudiwal One late afternoonas golden sun tiredand headed to bed,mother’s children waited for signsto allay their dread.You see, the sea waschurning with chumwhere darkness comesand chokes.And the air, blanket ashfrom fires run amok.And ground bleeding oilfrom fracker spears andpipelines.Humans, arrogant, foolishfalling by the millions dead.Without the words of manbut…
Tag: The Sunday Muse
The Sunday Muse 158 — Dream Lover
To knock me off balance again I see you, wind-blown, in my dream. Freezing and begging for respite, I beckon, “Come, get in the car.” So cold you are! You reach for me to knock me off balance again. We cling for dear life, for our love, enduring time, circumstances. I hadn’t thought of you…
The Sunday Muse 157 — Pushing Daisy
Rain’s hissed night Paved grey day Sun’s surprise Cracks me up Carrie is today’s host for The Sunday Muse.
The Sunday Muse 154 — Lambs and Lions
So used to keeping her head down, shefelt the fuzzy image meant no harm.She didn’t think to pierce the surface;fell in, susceptible to his charms.Closer and yet closer she drifted to the farther shore, following the wigglesin the pool. What’s more, further awayshe drifted from the warmth of her besties.A winter wind in spring…
The Sunday Muse 153 — OM
Merging chakrasstretching spinedraw the qi downfrom mother skypull qi up fromearth father’s coreheart-mind clear slateall sea, no shoreastronaut, i’m one with all, OM Energy emanates from this photo that I tried to siphon from and into words. Carrie is this week’s host of The Sunday Muse.
The Sunday Muse 152 — Moonlight Promise
Turns his head in moonlight shadowAstral gaze, a promise champingPulled, I’m helpless, orbits’ lasso,Smiles and nods in moonlight shadow.Walking to our cozy alcove,Sugarplums of spanking dancing;Fever pyres in moonlight shadow,Astral gazes, promise champing. There are so many stories in this man’s face. Today’s offering is in triolet form.Shay is today’s host of The Sunday…
The Sunday Muse 151 — love’s seasons
Surreal Artwork by Ronald Ong Midsummer dance, endless greenthat lasts forever; hands tight as we twirl and laugh —love’s perfect weather.Hearts turn to winter,extinguished flame; forevernow ashed wet sizzles. Today’s offering is in the form of a sequidilla, a new form I learned on Thursday in dVerse. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
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