Tag: #dverse

Reflections on a Spring Day

I wander out in stark wilderness where goldenrod kisses a sailor blue sky and chartreuse leaves of pink buttercups sway in a contrary March wind spreading pungent lemony pollen tempting even recalcitrant bees I lie down amidst this chaos of life buzzing and blooming all around menostalgic for my ardent… Continue Reading “Reflections on a Spring Day”

#Haibun: Osozakura (late bloom)

In our youth we are invincible; we don’t see time as ephemeral moments. Rather, summer feels like forever as we bask in hot sun and dance in pale moonlight with nary a thought of tomorrow. Yet, before we know it we turn around and… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Osozakura (late bloom)”

Not Man or Beast

Let love be the knot of silk that bindsOur two hearts, entwined as oneAnd not man or beastOr disease or grief will untieDelicate threads of hopes and dreamsWhere our souls abide, side by sideNo matter wind or tides dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #124

A Rush of Remembrance

No rushing wind is blowing today for the crisp clear air is cold and still as dawn’s diligent sun peeks through melancholy clouds painted in confederate blue Birds rejoice from yellow-green budded treesthe only proof that a vibrant spring is nearand in my hungry soul a stirring… Continue Reading “A Rush of Remembrance”

Spring Haze

Spring morning haze dissipatesIn the wake of swift March windsRoaring in with rising red sunSpawning swirling dust devilsDancing with winter’s brittle leaves While whirligigs spin in a frenzied blur of coppery bladesand brassy wind chimes clang in blustery shade dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Swift… Continue Reading “Spring Haze”

#Haibun: October

I am floating in the highest corner of a sparsely furnished room, looking down at a baby in the middle of a big bed. Covering the bed is a soft chenille bedspread in a maroon and cream color. A woman, my mother is sprawled… Continue Reading “#Haibun: October”

If You Go

If you go I’ll be wonderingWhat might have been had you stayed,This lonely heart, thrown asunderFrom emptiness created My lips, missing your tender kissesMy skin, yearning for your caressMy eyes, blinded by glorious momentsGazing upon your handsome face dVerse Poets Pub: Going Going Gone… Continue Reading “If You Go”

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