Did it feel like entering
the gates of
Hell -descending into
that dank pit
digging out the bowels
of the earth
breathing in black
dust until your lungs
were filled
covered in the devil’s
own breath
with only the whites
of your eyes glowing
eerily in the darkness
day and night were the same
a tin pail and a lantern
your only solace
a pick axe your weapon
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Dogwood
d’Verse Meeting the Bar – Golden Shovel
“For one thing there is no snow”
Billy Collins Report from the Subtropics
~~
I must thank the neighbors for
planting that tree, just one
that in the spring is a thing
most glorious a sign of hope there
among the evergreens it is
blooming white and shouts “no
longer are we bound by snow”
Tan Renga 4
Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge – 4
“morning glory”
morning glory!
the well bucket – entangled,
I ask for water
© Chiyo-Ni
clear mountain stream flows past
my thirst is quenched from above
In Albuquerque
d’Verse Poetics: Sentiments of the Southwest
Mish would like us to join her in the Southwest
~
dry winds blow tumble weeds
across hot pavement chasing
each other like children
sunsets finger paint the mountains
a watermelon pink
spring rains turn dull sandy fields
into meadows laughing in flowers
and in the night the howl of
coyotes stirs my soul
Skip Toodle-loo
Just skip it
flip it right
into the pond
let that ring, sink, I think
get lost in the muck
stuck in the ooze
skip the roses
weak psychoses
of apologies
skip town instead
go ahead
I’m through with you
so toodle- loo, buckaroo
~
d’Verse Quadrille is skipping along today
birdsong
Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge – 2
“shadow of leaves”
shadows of leaves
cover the open holes
her flute forgotten
© Jane Reichhold
~
only the notes of birdsong
filling the evening air
Collaboration for Peace – 18
Another collaboration brought to you by Mish and I. Have a peaceful day!
photo by Candy
Out on a Limb
Hearts begin beating
With innocence
Untainted and pure
Helpless they long to be
Loved and nourished
Expecting nothing more
Than other hearts
To improvise
Join in, synchronized
To their sweet song
© Mish
Wild Horses
B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond at MLMM
wild horses – a tilus – (6-3-1)
~
riding across the dunes
only in
dreams
Work Place
Everyone said it was
a dead end job
what do they know
I met you there
~
Poetic Asides PAD – 30 “deadend”
Instead
I had no pole
to dance around
no pretty ribbons
streaming freely
as a spring zephyr
lifted them skyward
there was no fete or
crowds of celebrants
in party clothes
instead I skipped around
the ancient apple tree
with blossoms raining down
~~
We’re celebrating around the Maypole in the Garden
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