Tag: dVerse
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No Ke Me: an .@ImageCurve #haibun for #dversepoets
Fickle Weather A gray canopy scatters in a sudden wind. Sunlight bathes the parched grass in radiance it no longer needs. A moment later, one last cloudbank eclipses the sun. budding Maple yearning for warmer days more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Sam X first published in Image Curve, March 17,…
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The Burning Bush: a #quadrille #haibun
Image: KEVIN CARDEN / LIGHTSTOCK.COM A fire engulfs it, but the bush does not burn. How? Curiosity, from this pharoa’s son-turned-murder, shepherding fugative. I draw closer. A presence from the fire, none I’ve known, yet all I’ve ever known, calls my name. Holy ground sandals and sheep set aside for…
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#Throwdown Thursday (2/22/18): My latest #haibun is up on .@ImageCurve
Arboreal Awakening The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too. We will enjoy another warm season with these old friends. tiniest blossoms bowing its lowest branches over the deck basking…
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A Drinking Medley: a found #poem of #haibun surveying the fine art of imbibing…#haiku #poetry
“Thank God the Tiki Bar is open…” -Randy Newman Paul, tending bar at dVerse tonight, asks us for poetry about drinking–full creative liscense given. But I am a simple man, with simple needs. And at least one of…
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Gray on Gray: an .@ImageCurve #haibun… #haiku #poetry
Calcified gray dust rests on the screen of the bathroom window. Staining the sight of turned, sagging leaves under a gray sky. Leaves that wait for the next deluge or tempest. third day of rain a recently mowed lawn overgrown more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Tim Mossholder first published on Image…
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Kenosis: A #tankaprose of Love…#haiku #tanka #haibun #poetry
A #tankaprose of love for #ValentinsDay! #haibun #haiku #tanka #poetry
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Murmer of a brook: a #quadrille #haibun…#haiku #poetry
Photo by Marc Wieland on Unsplash Your murmer carries on a whisper of a breeze. I stop to listen, and breathe. Flow. Yield, and be strong. If I could only do what you say. rainswelled brook … the rocks upon which I again get caught for dVerse Quadrille Monday #50, DeJackson hosting. …
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#Throwdown Thursday (2/8/18): my latest #haibun #poetry on .@ImageCurve
Weekend-feeling Weekday Sharon Van Etten’s Taking Chances croons in my earbuds. Late afternoon heat breaks, and a pale-blue sky remains at sunset. Some cardinal flies from branch to branch, as the hoot of an early-rising owl sounds. More songs play, while twilight descends, and our nightlight turns on. Last birdsongs. My hand slaps my leg…
