Quadrille: ‘Tis Too Hot: Summer Kineses
Noonday lays bare—an open parenthesis,summering endlessly with cicadas' melodiespumps me buoyant, all tensions easeBut the seagull washed up in the sea...How do you figure?The tiny red spider waiting by the…
Noonday lays bare—an open parenthesis,summering endlessly with cicadas' melodiespumps me buoyant, all tensions easeBut the seagull washed up in the sea...How do you figure?The tiny red spider waiting by the…
On July 21st, the full moon night was cloudy. So the following evening found me sittingat the beach reading and waiting to see the moon rise. I read as much…
WDYS # 246 Sadje says: Does this picture inspire you to write something? For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a white wolf standing in a foggyforest, with white…
Christmas is NOT about Santa and presents. It’s something far more important thanthat, and I hope that’s the feeling you take away from this story, and the longish poemtoo. Happy…
Kousa Dogwood your rough bark animates myyard at all timesthe symbol of you fires meas days drag on your cover of branches shadesmy patio your crowned hair awakens meto the new springred…
Dad jokes amuse me. The last one I heard from my neighbor is that he was on a seafood diet. It made me give a double take, befuddled—for an answer…
Depleted by The Hustle Culture Pedestals are all the crazein vogue for Barbies in transienceif mermaids can make it this farthey'll make of her a superstar--a pageant of praise and…
made of fine crystalthey smolder with annoyancethe coquette windchimes* midsummer darknesseven moss dreams of the nightwhen the sun goes down* there's not enough willpower for cutting the grassrelish rewilding*©…
Hello friends. A couple of days ago I told you how I’d drop everything andteleport to the colder months if I could… Oh, I'm still of the same heart. I've…
Written for tanka Tuesday at Colleen Chesebro for July 9, 2024 prompt which celebratesthe season of Beginning of Midsummer in the Northern Hemisphere, inviting poets toexpress the effects of this…
Thecharm andrisk of thesample wooed herthe time she gambled:mad to think she'd fumble...she lost all friends, poor Carolnow none remembers her jackpotor whether her soul was authenticthe charm and risk…
…and the magpies and the magpiestheir jacund little heartslet’s all be magpies https://www.amazon.com/Always-Fire-Sarah-Connor/dp/B0D2FHZ6CN Share the love Screenshot by Selma as seen on Amazon https://dversepoets.com/2024/07/09/in-conversation-with-sarah-connor-aka-fmmewritespoems/ This post is written for dVerse…