Tag: dVerse
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Amor In Terris: A #TankaProse
What happens when we leave our love on ice? Does it crystalize, as life-giving moisture yields to physics? Does it persevere within its paralysis? Does it wither-in-place, yet one more frozen relic of a forsaken experience? What happens when we bring the fire of our desire upon our frozen love? Can we expect a life-restoring…
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Waiting for the Solstice: a #Quadrille #Haibun
Five days before winter solstice. Another winter storm bears down. Snow and ice promise a messy commute. But soon, the last glow of the shortest day will shine. Then the dark of the longest night will follow. seasonal lights the gloom of gathered clouds for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday: There’s a Shine to the Season! (pubtended…
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’14 Summer Swansong (part 5)
August 31st Louis’ steaks cook perfectly. I see the pink interior of the half of one that I fork onto my plate. The juices fill my mouth as I close lips around that first tender bite. Feijoada, rice and beans, fresh salad, chicken legs and pork ribs round out the meal. Louis pours me a…
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Constance: a #tankaprose
The same icicle-shaped lights hang from the neighbor’s front liter. The same indoor lights adorn our current Christmas tree. And another cold moon arises. The same clouds that brought snow this morning blot out the stars tonight. The same chill in the air sends a shudder through me. And another cold moon rises. The same…
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Spirited: A #TankaProse #Quadrille
Get up. I can’t. You can. Get up. I’m too exhausted. Too defeated. You breathe. You live. You’re not defeated. How can I? I fall a thousand times. Then get up a thousand and one. Another breath Somehow, my feet underneath I arise again for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet’sChoice and…
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A November with Basho, Day 21
At a village called Komatsu: Aptly named Komatsu Child Pine, a breeze blows over pampas and clover Here we visited Tada Shrine to see Sanemori’s helmet and a piece of his brocade armor-cloth presented to him by Lord Yoshitomo when he served the Genji clan. His helmet was no common soldier’s gear: engraved with chrysanthemums…
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Losing Snoodles: a #TankaProse
11/16/19: loss and longing She was the second dog in our house. The first, a beagle, had been a “dog-sitting” trial ownership. She, a shephadoodle, came to us under no such pretenses: Dad simply showed up with her. I fed her dutifully, walked her consistently, played with her as only a devoted eight-year-old could. But…
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A November with Basho, Day 12
In Yamagata Province, the ancient temple founded by Jikaku Daishi in 860, Ryushaku Temple is stone quiet, perfectly tidy… Monks at the foot of the mountain offered rooms, then we climbed the ridge to the temple, scrambling through ancient gnarled pine and oak, gray smooth stones and moss. The temple doors, built on rock, were…
