Tag: nature
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dVerse Quadrille #21
Between the Days Somewhere, between harvests and rain storms, and lingering wooden crates with mythic mounds of apples, (seems only a week ago) the moon raised itself, as if to order our world to rights. It was a ripe spoon-fed ball, and it took our breath away. for dVerse: Quadrille 21 with 44…
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Poetic Bloomings Goes All Stormy
That Gored Sky where was the face of heaven when that wind stormed and stumbled about – a wounded bull that gored the sky. where was the face of heaven when music’s wind was a fierce horn, when it reared up in rage and proclaimed itself reborn while the masses threw down hope. there, where…
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dVerse Haibun #22
Ten Doves on Her Roof She says she wants them gone. Ten white doves on her roof. They’ve nested below the solar panels, there where warmth is a gathered renewable. There where two doves are now ten. There where white feathers fall lazy as February snow. There where fledglings pace the roof, grasp at courage…
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An Etheree for dVerse
Toast The air seems distant, no landscape to see. Dusty purple greys the hills. The sky breaks out in argument with weather as air holds warm and motionless. It’s one of those simple things, like walking through fire to toast some bread. written for Victoria’s dVerse Etheree prompt of building a geometric shape…
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Miz Quickly’s Carnations
The Secret Charm of Carnations Carnations are like childhood, like a mother-tongue language that’s as familiar as its name. Its cinnamon scent binds it to a different world, a Moroccan universe of spice and cumin and dates and raisins, a primary flower that’s as small as a comet or large as a moon. Satellites in…
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#7
Oreo Black It was a thrown down dare, that sinew fragment sound, like a Joplin-siren-howl. Those Oreo-black crows, they stood still as salt over that swollen wreckage. — a fox, I think. For Sunday Whirl Wednesday’s Six Words: siren fragment wreckage swollen still salty
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