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…
Category: poetry
dVerse Q242 — My Middle Name
“Wild Head” My Middle Name Jones is my wildling……….middle name.Born ravenous……………..under howling moonChronic condition…………..that won’t be tamedDrive for satisfaction, source of bleeding shameHungry for nouns, verbs, superlative adjectives,where moderation…………..is a dirty word.I’m outside of a world………that demands control. I am today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Heaven’s Pipe
Heaven’s PipeCelestial proof, faith’s gift preservedThrough cloth loomed from best of lifeQuiet watching, joy from joy observedGrok of love with warmth we’re curledStrands of care protect each in strifeCelestial proof, faith’s gift preservedPatience tested, yet huffs demurred,Forget-full tender kisses in moonlightQuiet watching, joy from joy observedFathomlessly from grace, unearned,Weary travelers hear heaven’s pipeCelestial proof, faith’s…
dVerse Prosery Monday — Return
“A Crowned Merman” by Arthur Rackham (1867-1939) Lips forget what they have kissed.–Toni Morrison, from, “Eve Remembering“ Return For a month, each night Mara dreams of him there, her Robert, whom she believed was invincible, swaying in yellow-green sea amongst sargasso, eyes wide. Each morning, she lights incense and kneels at the shrine she built…
The Oracle Speaks — Wake Up & Dance!
Wake Up & Dance!wake up good fools,wild women, dance!as angel candy cakeson velvet ocean’s breath,this smoke belly thing issoft, slow, sacred magicsail to morning blushof dark coffee floweringlisten to rhythmed self The Oracle Speaks through magnet poetry. This week I used the poet set. I love The Oracle’s message this week. Things are looking up.
dVerse OLN 401 — Lost Again
A Public Garden with People Walking in the RainVincent van Gogh Lost AgainA snapshot may form an opinion.For example, you may think fool,you’re getting wet out there evenin friendly oblivious conversation.Heads and tails are important.We are marveling after long wait,able to be in the gardens againafter white slates melt to puddlesfalling from sky. Friend, oh…
dVerse Q241 — Heaven’s Rose
Heaven’s Rose Flowers, open, spread your joy. Love seeds plant, germinate, our prayer needs merged with faith. Sprouted field emerge neath warmth, resilient we reach yet soft, healing yield blooms, be listeners, organic oeuvre music. Sweet melody rise as an aerial fragrance, perfume reaching heaven’s nose. De, aka whimsygizmo, is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…
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