Category Archives: dVerse poems

when we all can falling-star again

, I don’t wanna pan(dem)ic no more                     (no more) so        (please) just blue me a kiss bramble me a storm verb me a poem, then sky me … Continue reading

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a clean slate, with your own face on

, you find yourself indigo -clad and clapping like thunder, a blur of turquoise tutu and treehouse battle scars. the earth underfoot is a song, a sigh, a silence. the sky’s got both wings and teeth, a dragon -fly in … Continue reading

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searching for color in a desert world

this is no garden place, these terra cotta hills and mountain face. she aches for blue beyond this sky, some rainbow’d why. but still she finds a slip of pink to fuel her ink; a bramble of crimson, that golden … Continue reading

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a wish, a rant, a roar

.. a small stirring in the slow hollows of her bones. a hallowed breath of broken wayward shaken sky. a sigh. a song. the long long stretch of day. a freckled thought that says she is ungrowing. a fraction caught … Continue reading

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Scribbling in the Margins of a Day Already Done

{a Golden Shovel poem}   The sun has risen once again, and I am full of spin and the too-tried must -y scent of syllables with not enough to say. Today, there’s nothing like the quiet I’m keeping, held here … Continue reading

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Magic Beans

{Pandora Prays} I have traded stalks and stockings for bright boxes that open if you twist and turn and yearn just right. You call me sister, daughter, queen, nick my name for your want, your disaster, your separation from stars; … Continue reading

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Cliff’s Notes Left in Wayward Drawers

.. Do you think we have finally held them long enough – these tangled things, our breaths, our hands? I’ll scribble you a sunrise if you’ll loan me one small rhyme. Let’s sell this sky for cobalt scrap; swallow dry … Continue reading

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By strange and varying degrees

  Tempt us not, for we are waiting for the hot hot breath of dragon summer breeze, the way the trees can sway a soul. The balmy blame of sea. Thread us not through flotsam fleet nor pirate plea for … Continue reading

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A song of the stairway

(an invisible poem in the key of C) .. This poem cannot be seen, only sounded out one syll a bull at a time, sung in the key of clouds and candy-caress sighs. She’s wise in the ways of spirals, … Continue reading

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Tea, and Stars

There’s a chai sky brewing, stewing in its own bright stir. She whirls, stretches long against a sugar cube moon and raises …………….(hands, ………………heart, ………………..hell) to tell her deepest stories, to spell herself in shards, to allow these aching leaves … Continue reading

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