Tag: dVerse
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Vernal Ephemera: a #haibun
A year plus since the lockdown, and another Spring teases seasonal change. While the sun radiates the neighborhood, uneclipsed by a single cloud, a chilly breeze blows. The daffodils broke hibernation, with the forsythias following close behind. Nevertheless, a familiar, invernal chill lingers. Tomorrow promises showers; my aching joints confirm. And new COVID cases surge…
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Sent: A #Quadrille #Haibun
“The Spirit drove Jesus out into the desert…” MK 1:12 “Go!” This joyous fullness drives me on. Abba’s luminocity, the descended Ruach-as-dove: now, they’re a driving whirlwind, an inferno. “Go!” I stagger. Stumble. Drop to one knee. Rise up. Continue. To the desert. Where my forty-day fast awaits. “Go!” Solitude gold tested in fire for…
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“after a pause…” a #tanka (2/18/21)
2/18/21: shapeshifter after a pauseanother wave offresh snowfallwhen did wolf tracks endand human footprints begin? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry for dVerse Poets Pub’s OLN #284 (LIVE– Pubtended by Bjorn) The Pub is open! Come join us!
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Confessions of a Hue: a #haibun
I embody it. Yes, ever-yielding, always giving way: Nonetheless, I conquer. Ask the Appalachia. They towered over Everest once. Until I fell, storm after storm, for aeons. Now, their rounded peaks, bent like geriatric backs, no longer stab the blue above. Ever the softest, yet even the diamond-hard surrenders to me. I break your heart.…
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Eagle Triumphant: a #haibun
The day finally came when I flew from the massive nest I called home. Some span of days later, I met my mate. We conceived our first child spiralling together toward the earth. An Eagle Ascending I drive away the osprey from its catch. Yes, a part of me sorrows at my injustice. Only a…
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“sunset…” a #jisey (11/19/20)
sunset and still, my ripples entertwine yours after this dragon-ride the ecstasy of rest I hosting over at dVerse, where we write Jisei (Japanese Death Poems). The pub is open! Come join us!
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Halloween in the time COVID
The air chills. The last twilight bows before night. The black clouds drift before the Hunter’s moon. There should be children out. Trick or treating. Parading up and down the street in their meme costumes. But only one walks the road, dressed as the Red Death. The unmitigated gall, considering this pandemic year. We should…
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Mindful Moongazing
There is a story of a thief and a zen master. The thief breaks into the master’s home to rob him, only to discover that the master owns nothing. Seeing the thief has worked hard for nothing, the zen master gives the thief the clothes off his back. After the perplexed thief departs, the naked…
