Category: dVerse
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dVerse Quadrille 130 “smudge”
Rooted Off in the distance is a grove of trees,so bare and far away. Ice clings to the twigs, while a good natured wind laughs inthe branches. Each sentinel tree is standing, calm and confident. Silently rooted inbroad smudges of winter snow. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille (44 words sans title) #130 including the word “smudge”. Hottest…
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for dVerse Poets Quadrille 129
Beyond the Rocks A splash of morning lightand my first cup of tea.Oh, curiosity of whatthis day might bring.The tide is out beyond the rocks,and I wish for some clarity.It came by return of tide, mywishes wasting away the day. Photo by Gary Yost on Unsplash Written for dVerse Poets “Quadrille 129 – Curiosity”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter…
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dVerse Haibun
Yes, Of Course, The Lesser Periwinkle I’m sitting in the damp evening air, rain still dripping from the leaves, and my ear catches the sound of small bone animals in the Vinca Minor (there was a time when I couldn’t recall its proper name – now I can’t recall its common name, although I’m sure…
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A Very Short da-Dum Waltz
A Very Short da-Dum Waltz when time wasyoung,and the starshungbright in oursky,we’d dip andrise,dance my man, rollto a silver star stroll The last two lines are like the twirly bit (or something). Written for dVerse Poets “A poem to Waltz-time” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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A Quadrille for dVerse Poets
The Overnight Rain It lingerson the bright morning.A slight shade.From twigs.Branches.From the nape of grass.It fills my nose with wet. The fox wasin the flower pots again.Wounded pansiesstrewnlike stars, anda grasshopper watchedas I rearranged nature. For dVerse Quadrille 44 words, sans title, including “wound”. Shared with @dversePoets and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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dVerse Does Blue
A Quick Study of Blue I.my interior monologuestirs the blues.that goblin in the undergrowth.that unwelcomedhue. II.the acer in the gardenis born to yellow leaf,against blue summer skiesit turns green. III.blue sky.blue pots.bluebells’ heads hung.a yellow yolk in a clear blue sky. for dVerse Poets. The colour blue. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021…
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11 May 2021: dVerse Prosery
Prose: A Peripheral View The clouds open like windows for her – red billowing fields of wild poppies, dabs of Monet white-washed daisies. Spring rain allows nothing to stay asleep for long. Cornflowers will come along next in this wide green world. The air flutters with colour, and her thoughts are an utter abandonment of…
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A dVerse Palinode
I.The Gardener (A Palinode: a retraction to the piece below) The gardener’s daypours back and forth.They’re dead, he says. The azaleas survived one summer.Died mid-winter when everythinglooks dead. He walks the garden,complains about living on a hillof chalk, the wind sweeping awaythe bits and pieces of his sentence. I’ll make the gardener a cup tea,and…
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dVerse Voices
The Gardener The gardener watches a softmuzzle of clouds lying in wait. Rain. He’s not much for poetry, but he is a poet. Each plant containsa gardeners’ syllable, perennial pages and stanza borders, and yes,…
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From Gulls to Leaf and Hatching
Wind Just Isn’t Strong Enough to stop the flightof clouds and gulls,to stop a caterpillarfrom inching along a leaf,and it will never stopa chick from hatching, orseeds from sprouting, orstop a stream from running. But wind is a bear, a wily body. Photo by Eunice…
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