Category: dVerse
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dVerse Puente
Found: A Foot Out of Water It was just a footin the running gutter,just hanging down. ~ he shrugged ~ It looks likea bloody big squealingfish to me,he said. Poem form “Puente” and Found Poetry, text in Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris, © 1989 Yazoo Digital, Arrow; 1st edition (7 May 2009) iBooks, pages…
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Day 28 NaPoWriMo 2021
Day 28. I. NaPoWriMo “Questions“, II. AprilPAD “Remix“, & III. The Poeming “A Foot Out of Water” I.It All Comes Down to Decaf in the End Are you listening?What did you say?May I talk with you?What do you want to talk about? And why now?Who are…
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Day 27 NaPoWriMo 2021
Day 27: I. & II. NaPoWriMo “a word from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows” – an Ambedo Haibun also for dVerse Poets III. AprilPAD “Believe it/Or Not” written as a Nodus Tollens and The Poeming “The Red Light Berry” I.An Ambedo Haibun A bee at the windowpane. It’s buzzing. Angry. Or frantic. It can see outside, thinks it’s outside.…
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27 April 2021: Haibun
Vicariously Vigàta No more news. Not tonight. No more gasps for air. No more funeral pyres, or smoke and fire. No more wives in tears, or men beating chests, and no more orphans ghostly stares. I escape it all, if just a while, watching reruns on the TV. Police drama in Vigàta. A Sicilian seaside…
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dVerse Animals
To Love a Rabbit Rabbit, my Rabbit,we each are one.You and I from thatfirst time drawn. You needed an expanse of sea.I needed to see the moon, but we’re surrounded byourselves, and invisibleto time. We need noin-between. No dance. We eat strawberries on drawing paper.We grow flowers for their scent. Your footsteps are pressedin a…
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Day 9: NaPoWriMo 2021
for I.) dVerse Body and Poetry. My “degradation” is single eye AMD, I. A Slow Degradation It’s hanging silentthat moon.It keeps ignoring you, in the forest,on a hill,shrouded in clouds. I’m blinded by sight. Sightless, butthe truth I…
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Day 7 NaPoWriMo 2021
I.For dVerse Poets: The Insomniac This girl wants a slow dying light,a shallow moment within herself.She extinguishes brightness, a joyous dark rise from the scentof deep sleep. A fall into slowness. To wake from dreams is to be reborn.Candles snuff out their light tothe high rising morning sun, andyou’ll hear her cry of defeat as shewishes…
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Day 6 NaPoWriMo 2021
Quadrille IIa.It’s Just a Matter of Taste Wine, its taste is notparticularly kind.Its nose I cannot fathom.Why someone wouldwish to sipa liquid that tastesof pennies orshades of chamois clothor remind one’s noseof a well-worn saddle.Well, wine, it’s just not for me. Twiglet 221 IIb. It’s Not You So toast me, Roast me with your wine.…
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dVerse Laundry
Laundry Day Hand into his pocket, pulled it inside out, and she found the note she’d written him. One small jarof peanut butter,please,to replace the oneyou emptied – This is just to say it’s a pity that youdidn’t tell me,becausemy toast was justa smear of jam. Love you more than William Carlos Williamsloves his plums. for…
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dVerse Blossoms
March 29: A firestarter returns us spring. I breathe the air. I breathe the sky. It’s a cherry blossom’s wild sunset dance out of winter. A burner against April’s pale blue. A garland for the clouds. The sky is leaking warmth and bees, and this worn soul wants to live again. ruby throated springfrom powdered…
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