farewell, white lion; we hear spring’s love call, lone turtledove coos like sentinel in orchard; schoolgirl swings carefree from supple branch as she and tree both bud-burst into double smiles.
sun’s gaze reflects golden dawn on water and we breathe in heady floral of narcissus blooms; drink goblet of lemon beauty offered by daffodils, open beautiful eyes to every greening possibility!
Merril hosts dVerse poetics incorporating names of daffodil varieties (in italic) and a painting by Alfred Sisley (1881) entitled, “Orchard in Spring”.
crickets ‘n crawdads sing off-key in surreal dream left condemned on river surrounded by marshland of carolina’s backwaters…look away like empty windows that stare coldly as lonely boat cradles dead body in hull…cut memory loose, let it drift through mind’s dark tunnel beyond plaster and bricks’ clayed dilapidation
Written in response to d’verse ekphrastic prompt featuring art by Lee Madgwick. The previous evening, I’d watched the film, “Where Crawdads Sing,”based on book by same title.
Take me back to Broadway at night! Let’s experience the electric excitement in street lights’ shine, neon signs blinking, billboards’ glare, and stream of traffic headlights or taillights in opposite lanes. Life in Denver drives on pulsating grid.
White delivery trucks, yellow taxis, blue mustangs and red VW bugs follow the streets, avenues, and boulevards of my childhood and adolescence. Dibs on the back seat of school bus! An urgent siren sends all traffic curbside to let a flashing emergency vehicle past.
Be ready with horn or brakes and quick maneuvers. Circle carefully around bustling parking lots. Wait your turn at busy car wash or fast food drive-up window. Go slow through used car lot…lit by aliens? No, it’s a police helicopter checking back alleys.
girl’s eyes reflect lights
cruise city on summer night
buzzy as beehive
Kim hosts haibuns and invites us to “meet Piet” on “Broadway” at dVerse Poets pub.
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