Winter’s Leftoverssnow bones are resting wet, flat straw fieldsa million empty sunflower shells for crowsto pick tidbits fromhungry blue jays swarm amidst toothpick skies to pokefrozen lake still still no wind to hold breath(e) outchainsaw in the distance hot rooibos warms, eases cold knucklesbook dust dusty poemsGeorge Saunders’ Vigil too shortgrey cotton muffles, occludesrainbow colors…
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dVerse Tuesday Poetics — Northern Winter Drama
Northern Winter Drama We are gauze wrapped,warped scratchy cocoons,suffered abrading wounds,suspended trapped torsos. We twist, resigned captives,winter’s frostbitten hairshirts, prey of waking hibernation,doomed chattels until melt. In full swing of Spring:All this happened, more or less. Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday. Punam says:The following are some opening lines. Please choose…
dVerse Q240 — At Mercy
At MercyWhen temps dip belowzero, wind moans bite-numbing frostbite song;at midnight, quiet sighs,a clicking trip: mini-splitdies. Layering buffer works for pudgy humans, cats;wee fishies not so much.We, at mercy of Motherand Machine, firetroubleshooting;ah! warm again!Notes: I’ve had 3 power outages this winter. One was via the power company with downed trees, with power/heat restored within…
The Oracle Speaks: Through Intuition See
The Oracle Speaks:Through Intuition See Warm season withererfrosting every dawn;used up blue winter. Through intuition seelight murmur life;the sweet summer rose. Blossom between then,vivid, verdant thing;thrive, feel, breathe. Bonus message: happy squirrel spiritwild poetrywind in treedo spring The Oracle Speaks through magnetic poetry, this time the poet set. Follow the link to find your message…
dVerse Haibun Monday — Winter Bones
Bones of Winter White crystal bones, strewn on the surface of the land. A million bones to sift through to reconstruct a framework of reference. Cold, inert, matters to be melted, moved, covered, walked on by all manner of living beings. Piles of bones, pushed and blown into convenient places. Crumbles and patterns, geometric shapes…
dVerse Q238 — Sleep Will Have to Wait
image by Daniel Sleep Will Have to Wait Oh, how I longto curl up,warm-cocooned,for crescent’s dreamlight’s long night. Alas, winter dreamsto hibernate must wait.Faithful frigid friendextends their visit. Awake, I step into wool socks,shove into gloves,layer paint to show snowdrifts some churning love. Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish wants us to…
24 SSPC 7 (1st wk) — The Beginning of Winter (Ritto) (Nov 7-21) — Autumn Storm
As November’s globe ticks its way to other orientations, long nights imbalance with ever-shortening light. Today, rain is forecast. Noon’s pregnant clouds occlude what scant light there is; and by five o’clock landscape is but blurry shadow as the temperature drops. Dusk, a dingy blank upon which nothing is writ even crows silent moon feels…
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