Month: Nov 2016
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dVerse Quadrille #21
Between the Days Somewhere, between harvests and rain storms, and lingering wooden crates with mythic mounds of apples, (seems only a week ago) the moon raised itself, as if to order our world to rights. It was a ripe spoon-fed ball, and it took our breath away. for dVerse: Quadrille 21 with 44 […]
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PB’s Changes
And Here Comes the Noise Merry and merry, and jingling jolly, and twinkling lights stuck on plastic holly, and I’m drawn by air shimmering from heat, there where I stand in my kitchen, foraging for silence and peace. Poetic Bloomings: “Changes”
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dVerse Gardens
And So It Seems The leaves are still falling, caught inside a whip of wind, and I can’t recall such stillness, the quietness of a churchyard. And the sky’s so blue, the ground in shades of yawning amber and maple scarlet — which seems unmatched in this light and shade, all those leaves floating slow […]
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dVerse Haibun #25
To a Moon Trellis Did you see the moon race across the sky? Like a witch rising from the roots of stars, and the breeze through November leaves, teasing those percussioned bones. That moon, dressed in night, black and white, and hung oblong in a twine of pallored skin. On strings, it seemed, played by puppet […]
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