Tag: dVerse
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3 Sept: dVerse Poets Quadrille 207
A Recipe for Autumn Autumn spins empty stillness.It’s touched by cold moonlight.Spins the sun at the horizon,and fields to prickly stubble.It’s creeping mist.It’s brooding fog.Its leaves lost to trees, and twigs casting intentions.Autumn is shadowless days,and deep bowls of soup. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #207 “spin” (quadrille is 44-words sans title). Some artwork is created…
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29 August: A Summer Funeral Pyre
That oak tree, the one when I looked up through its branches seemed to fill the sky in June, is now at August’s end. Leaves falling from limb and twig, its earthly-ways departing from their perfect place. Leaves the colour of a young girl’s brown eyes. Leaves blowing in through the open kitchen door, drifting…
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22 August: dVerse Bends
Swept Along I was that childcarving channels down headlands,like unconquerable water around bends, I spread and filled,broadened and was swept along.Currents tossing aside old dreams for new ambitions;my heart grew wise,and now this old river gropes for one more bend. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #206 “bend”. Quadrille: 44-words sans title. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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10 July: A Haibun for Sarah
For Sarah It was yesterday. I was in the garden looking at the roses, three-deep at the curve of the border, pink blossoms big as dinner plates, and the wind flowing in and out and whirling about, the clouds scraping blue off the sky, and I watched the roses fall into bruised quiethood, dropping their…
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9 February: dVerse Quadrille
The Quilt ImagineIrregular bits of summer colour.Pieced.Carefully aligned from what might’ve beenthrown away.Blocks of colour, songsters of print.Sister’s skirt. Daughter’s dress of grassy green.Double stitchedpicos with white thread. Thimble Thumbing A patchwork quilt that she called her soul. written for dVerse Poets. Poem Form: Quadrille to be include the word “imagine”. A quadrille is 44 words sans…
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5 December: dVerse Prosery
I Was Where I Am I was standing at the kitchen sink, the cold tap turned on just enough to slide the egg and bacon fat off the plates. Standing there, staring down the street toward the old oak tree that nearly burnt when the pub had that kitchen fire a few years ago. Thinking…
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5 September: dVerse Quadrille #183
Under My Skin You are under my skin,when you sleep, when you breathe,when I press my lips against your skin You smell of snow, and sliced gingerbread,slivers of moonlight, and waves of grass you are strawberriesand earthshine greenand my years in paradise. Written for Kim’s dVerse Quadrille #183 “Sliver”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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30 August: dVerse Blue Moon
It’s Pulling On You A cold ember moon in my hand on this lyrical night, waxing and waning, worn, torn, and heavy twice in August. It lingers and hangs in its moonlight benediction. Only once in a blue moon, they say, and should I forget, that moon’s a kind of grief from the genius of…
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29 July: Smoke and Ash
29.07.23 A Duplex Form A Duplex Poem: Smoke and Ash Windows open. Breeze skimming through the house,a song on the radio, don’t know who’s singing it. Not knowing isn’t not caring. For instancemusic that fills me like this skimming breeze. Music that fills gaps between my heartbeat,that throb in my neck and ears. Or a…
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31 May: Two dVerse
He Doesn’t Know She Eats These Like Sweets He’s crowing on again,eating chilli peppers –it is a manly thing. Can’t bear it when he’s peacocking. He fishes aroundfor another jalapeño.Pops it in. Chews.Sticks his tongue out. Come on, he says, Eat one.Oh, to fawn girliness, or not! For dVerse Quadrille “pepper” (44-words sans title) and Sarah’s…
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