Category: dVerse
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26 May: dVerse Quatern
And Once Again It’s … spring-kissed hills of old perfume, mysongster heart’s light as sky’s own blue.Long whisper tunes through cedar trees,Midas torches our sunset dreams. We stood, painting the vales ofspring-kissed hills, of old perfume, myred rose, sweet rose, my deep red loveof vivid green through shining rain. See the horseman without a horse,the…
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24 May: dVerse Painting
To Be A Wolf To be a wolfLying lean and lock-heartedA blunt scythe that will abandon the moon To be a prowling smileA crescendo’s fangA voice that creases and folds UnapologeticUnamendedUntraceably dry To be a wolf, lost as any whistleTo be a wolf who’ll just slip away Poem inspired by dVerse Poets “Portrait…
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23 May: dVerse Haibun Memories
Nap Time My head is sideways on the desk. My arm for a pillow. Eyes closed, says the teacher. I hear the school clock. Narrow white noise without a past tense. I watch the minute hand. It hangs still as the day. 1st grade. It’s nap time. The details are gone, but I remember without…
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5 May: A dVerse Quadrille
The Garden The garden is mapped,and nature is undone. Supplanted.Keep this. Hmm. Not that. Tug at the weeds, shiftthe soil and sift the silt. Winter’s rooted dark fadesinto tulips and bleeding hearts, as a skylark’s delicate songunwraps a silken colour seed. A quadrille poem (44 words sans title) for dVerse Poets. AI Digital Artwork is created using…
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12 April: dVerse Prosery
“The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart.” ~ from “Winged Words”, Valsa George You should’ve told me. Your first daughter. Eldest. The one you told, Watch over your little sister. You should’ve told me that you were dying. You should’ve known that I was not a fragile flower. My petals don’t fall…
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22 March: dVerse Quadrille #172
THE SHIFT There was once a time whenyou and I knew each others skin,and we were heavy gravityas we shifted between the sheets.We were never solitary shadows,our breath being so close that weknew not if it was yours or mine. For dVerse Poets quadrille #172, “shift”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems…
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15 March: dVerse Places
The Coast That sound from the lighthouse,a primitive one-string cello,bent low and playing to the fog.The waves, whose chorusdissolves back into the sea. I was raised by the sea, lived andbreathed by its sound and scent. Rocked to sleep in a metal dingywith a big black Mercury engine.That engine, diesel fumedand bluing the air —…
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10 March: for dVerse Syzygy (revised)
A Syzygy I.A woman stands in the rain.Hat. No coat. No umbrella.No need, she won’t rust. II. A hoe in her hand. She tendsthe soil. Bends and bows.Rain is her background. III. She sings around the fringesof a tune from childhoodabout leaning on a rainbow. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems…
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7 March: dVerse Quadrille
On The Dock It’s winter. Thin snow,air bright, wind sings in the rigging.Scent of dieselhangs in shadows, fishing boats,engines throblike labouring hearts. Seagullseager for talk, they watchfish gliding from nets, slappingand gasping on the dock, and shining like cold stars. Written for dVerse Quardille #171 “gasp”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky…
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1 March: dVerse Mezzaluna
A Mezzaluna Haibun Mezzaluna up there, catching errant clouds on your hook. Up there, a chill on souls rising from where western stars move both heaven and earth. For a day, cut and sliced on a bias, night’s fabric and dress, then redressed each month. Full and blousy. Waning and waxing. Sadness and joy, pale…
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