Tag: dVerse
-
On Canine Love & Loss
could I guess at my neighbor’s love? her gentle petting of her mixed-breed boxer between Insta-views the back and forth of his head how he nuzzles her eager for more loving attention she’s quick to give reminding me of my own, lost mixed-breed how I delved my hands deep in her rust-gray fur savored her…
-
Boxed Within
a box forged of cold steel fired within the frigid heart of compressed terror inside last remains of innocence consumed by loathing and rage hidden within a heart’s shadow from which emerges the dragon, awaiting innocence’s ride Over at dVerse, Kim pubtends a Tuesday Poetics, where we write box poems. The pub is open! Come…
-
Lunar Amity
(Photo by John McKaveney: Bright Moon) I can’t remember when we met. Was I truly just a boy? Gazing up at you, as you coyly peaked out of the clouds, some star-obscured night. I can certainly remember the loves I brought before you. Our deep embraces, so luscious with savored intimacy, offered up to you like…
-
A Gates of Fire Reminiscence
Consider the contours of the shield the one left behind and for that sin Spartan trainees forced to phalanx an old oak Later, those Hoplites would oppose the Persian charge at Thermopylae bearing, or born away on their shields 300 their sacrifice for Greece Ms. Jade, over at dVerse, hosts Quadrille Monday, where we write…
-
Hatsu Hana Nostalgia
I remember the first Cherry blossoms at Branch Brook Park, between Newark and Bellville, NJ. The lines of trees along the walking paths and roads, teeming with cascades of white and pink. Grove upon grove of lush blossoms, an effervescence to intoxicate poets. Will that be my lost Rebecca? Or do I dare hope in…
-
A Curious Rain
All it takes is a glimpse. A rain of English gentlemen, and I hear the Dr. Who theme que up. Is it the titular character himself, in yet another incarnation, infinitely mutiplied by some TARDIS-esque machination? It is a novel invasion by another of the Doctor’s legion of enemies? Or is it simply the banality…
-
An Embracing Art
Trust, even when twilight wanes, for daylight waxes soon enough. crying out during meditation another breath Lillian hosts Open Link Night over at dverse! The Pub is open! Come join us!
-
An Unwise Disturbance
They should’ve let me sleep. They could have. A short slumber is all I asked. A brief respite of time in which to pretend I was human. But no. They awakened me. So now, they pay! whirling limbs the folly of dances with dragons Punam tends Quadrille #196 over at dVerse Poets Pub. There, we…
