Category: dVerse
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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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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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