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Category Archives: dVerse poems
the moon (and other broken mirrors)
– an aubade :: mirror, mirror on (and off) the wall; so we say to seek our fairest days,find ways to catch glimpses of our eyes in stormy skies,the face we look (once) upon. Snow White got it right: the apple’s poison; so’s the dawn. ::Merril’s got a great Quadrille for us … Continue reading
Posted in aubades, dVerse poems
Tagged mirror mirror, mirrors, poison apple, Quadrille, Quadrille Mondays, snow white
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spun
it’s begun. the intricate weave of lines defined by strength, and shine. i watch her knit her home – a laira net a perfect lattice -work of art. alone in my own staggered start, i wish i had but half her focusher tensile power her sunlit gossamer beauty. Kim’s got a … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged animal poems, habitats, poems on poeming, spider poems, weaving, webs
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oh, blackbird with a crooked wing
all broken midnight feathered thing, shall you only sigh to sky? i crimp your caw to heart and i long to loan you sting of bee and yawn of moonor paper dragon fire, the bold desire to build your (wings) self of steam. ::It’s Quadrille Monday over at dverse, … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged blackbird poems, broken midnight, broken wings, feathers, flight, self of steam, wing
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Of death, and days
(for my great-grandmother) And crabapple orchards and hand-carved woodtravel souvenirs and decades-oldhard candies in delicate dishes. Named Pearl,she did both agitateand shine. Her noodles were legendary.(I got sick on them once,and that was the end of that.) Her crooked old … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged dementia, Dia de Los Muertos, Grandma Needham, memories, noodles, November poeming
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lone peaceful sphere loosed in that inky black sky
booooo. the world’s gone down-ward spiral again, all clunk and funk and junk-mail treason. loss of reason,rhyme. time. but hush now, come with me. look up,the sky’s gone quiet. we’ll ask the moon to scare you upa spot of tea. :: It’s … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged boo, moon poems, Q 44, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday
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august and everything after
forgiveness comes injuts and startspieces,parts. and so does fear. here,questions unanswered,truths unsaid,his icy stare. there,a ragged hole in the wall;(not, quite)(not quite, yet)the last straw. just one more(sharp)tiny hole-punchto her heart. It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged august and everything after, hole in the wall, past life poems, punch, Q44, Quadrille
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aubade with a broken smile
morning breaks us open, and we ponder dragon-breath clouds and all that crimson fire. we’ve already held these miles between our teeth and found them too salty, too muddled-much for day’s embrace. the sky’s a quiet place to trace our last good -byes. ::Linda’s got a great word … Continue reading
Posted in aubades, dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged aubades, here there be dragons, morning, pondering clouds, Q44, Quadrille, sky songs
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purple tigers in curious snow
it’s only once (maybe twice) in a blue moon that we know what we’re doing. we of the viole(n)t fingers. we of the ivory page. we scrape our inky stripes and cage our own roared voices into petaled phrase in hopes of taming heart. we start withthorn and scratch our … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged dVerse poems, poeming, Poetics, rose by any other, rose names, tiger, writing on writing
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RoofDragon
Watch her land and stand watch. Catch her spare spangled scales as they fall. Hear her talons scritch, the roared hitch in her song. She’ll cover you in veiny wingsthe smoky ink of starry breaththe embered scent of sky. She’ll warm you, warn you. Teach you … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Uncategorized
Tagged artists, dragon poems, ekphrastic, here there be dragons
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Refrain
Paint the sky a hue that you have never seen. Paint a cave and sit with your own darkness. Paint a wave and ride it to the sun. Paint with your fingers, toes. Nose. Suppose your body is a brush. Hush. Paint the silence. … Continue reading