attraction

turn on lawn sprinkler

free showers for dirty birds

oh, the worms, the worms!

paradigm shift

old man wanders
cobblestone streets
of seaside village in
Ceredigion county
(though he’s not
indigenous welsh)
his pedigree and
dignity are both
wrapped warmly
in indigo cardigan
as he digresses
from one quaint little
shop to another in
search of dinner
worthy of digestion.

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A fun little quadrille for dVerse using some form of the word “dig” (used nine times, including title).

visitor

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fluffs soft speckled breast

sports black bib, red bandana

my friend (the) flicker!

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Another birdbath visitor and almost as big as a crow! Also, remembering title from youth, My Friend Flicka (about a horse).

yardwork

maple buds unfurl

warmed fists uncurl…spring

wears vibrant green gloves

sighting

birdbath visitor

quick sips–jay on high alert

blue blur whirs away

original

I attended a special art exhibition of watercolors by artist, Judy Thompson, paired with poetry by her daughter, Kristin Gifford.

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leaving the art show

sun blazed pinks on evening sky

in rear view mirror

i’m impasto imposta’

Zuihitsu: Japanese form that blurs poetry, essay, and Chinese characters meaning “follow the impulse of the brush.” An artform some consider to be poetic potpourri incorporating nonfiction, musings, confessions and lyrics to create a spontaneous, layered text.

when i hear “zuihitsu”, hairy little dog runs into room
yip-yipping
sneak out for disorderly conduct… in neighborhood
(bitch in heat)

Winner of the 2023 Ruth Lilly poetry prize and other awards, Kimiko Hahn has been writing and teaching this form for years. In her poetry collection The Narrow Road to the Interior, she writes “the sense of disorder” is “integral” to the form of zuihitsu. Did you sneeze? God bless you!

van gogh believed in God but that didn’t solve
insanity
layered pain(t) thickly with brush… or palette knife
(sharp enough to cut an ear)

Merril D. Smith introduces diverse poets to zuihitsu at the virtual pub. She encourages exploration and experimentation with unique (uni)form. This is my experimental attempt to catch the dog, layer ideas, and weave wild words. An imposing form can make one feel like imposter.

textured tapestry hangs in stairwell
neutrals
woven in layers of loopy clouds…outlined mountain
(luxurious [lunatic] fringe)

wrestling

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Live, exploring the questions; trusting you will live into God’s answers.

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concept from Michelle DeRusha’s book, Spiritual Misfit.

where does love go?

Where does love go when
the cooking is bad?
does it shred favorite menu
then stomp away mad?

Where does love go when
birthed immature kids?
does it line them all up
to take highest bids?

Where does love go when
beloved grows old?
does it throw open door,
push them out in the cold?

Where does love go when
life’s going gets tough?
does it head for the hills
claiming it’s not enough?

Real love doesn’t leave
when real trouble appears
True love sticks around
and sweetens with years.

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I wrote this tongue-in-cheek response to Kim’s prompt at dVerse. The quote is the question raised by poet, Mary Shelley: “Where does love go when it goes?”

abomination

trump poses Jesus

putin attends pascha feast

hyped hypocrisy

no ISBN tattoo

Prosery” linked to dVerse poets where Melissa hosts prompt to write 144 words and include the Emily Dickinson quote.


She finished the first draft of her book, a short memoir of sorts. It was precious to her, like a child, and she felt timid to let it out into the world. She asked a teacher friend to read it in its entirety, and requested her to please edit, hoping the process would be gentle. But waiting while her friend edited, was painful, almost like labor. She was, after all, birthing her “firstborn” !

Besides the angst of wondering whether her words were worthy, the new author wrestled with a big choice: to submit to a publishing company or to self-publish? Such a personal project seemed best shared with family, a legacy for the grandchildren. They would be the audience most interested, she reasoned. She would self-publish and give copies away. To concur with a brilliantly prolific poet: “publication is the auction of the mind.”

touchy relationships

(free image from pexels)

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porcupine people

have soft warm underbelly

if loved beyond quills

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Inspired by “The Best of You” podcast, episode# 203

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