Tag Archives: DVerse Poetry

Graffiti

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~ In public bathrooms,       The washing machines,   We find here the fossils       Where Others have been:   The instants of imprints       From some human scene;   Shards of the nonce when       Some human scene   Were once things,       but […] Continue reading →

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A Misnomer’s Scene

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~ “I’m so pleased to meet you.” “Oh, we’ve met before. But that’s all right, it happens galore.” Then they look and they try to recall, but get stuck; and they won’t say a thing anymore. ~ Why only today, I went to a store, to pick up an item on order. “So, what is […] Continue reading →

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Nacho de Macho

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~ He loves it      when women       come into view: He thinks      about sex –       If they      only knew!   The young ones,      the old ones,       and pretty ones      too – Indiscriminate!      he is,       to all      but a few.   His wife      will not bother,       she doesn’t care – She knows      […] Continue reading →

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Ars Vivendi

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~ Hail! to the mountains, munificent land. Symbols of power, they tower, transcend. Praise for the rivers, the mountains then send down unto oceans, that nest next to sand. Here’s to the oceans, on which life depends. We forget how, somehow, everything blends. Blessed be hours, too short, that life lends; the glorious stories, each […] Continue reading →

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Ariadne’s Twine

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~ “to write a poem is to explore the unknown capacities of mind….”         well   if that be the case       then mine is well known   it being the most capacious of kind   there is so much space       I get lost       in the place   where most times I’m […] Continue reading →

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Disappearance

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~ Once was a family,       A patriarch, head; Now, an anomaly;       The patriarch dead.   No bond can hold up,       For long, I am told; But then, each a story,       Uniquely condoled.   Patriarch, matriarch,       Of figurehead, old; Each category       Obliquely extolled.   Out from disorder       An order […] Continue reading →

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Evolution

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~ They cluster in order To gather the nectar.   The goal       For the whole –             Survive!   Each one,       Alone; En masse,       At home.   They strive       That the hive             Will then thrive.   Colony rectors; Each one, protector;   For the six weeks,       At least!             […] Continue reading →

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Latter Day Man

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I don’t know, but think so. I don’t understand.   I’m slow on the up-take, But fast with a hand   To help a good neighbor, Or helping a friend –   I glow in the up-beat, A latter day man.   What Charlie hath saith I dare countermand,   But Natural Selection? It’s more […] Continue reading →

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a moment on moment

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~ a table, a chair, immobile air; outside comfort, a languid affair. a robin appears, thinks it quite queer, one man at table, sitting in chair. ~ hello, mister robin, oh, so aware. the man at the table and robin each stare, one unto other when another appears: an indigo bunting from out of nowhere. […] Continue reading →

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For Two Tales To End Well

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~ Here are two stories     that need being told, One of the young man,     the other of old:   Into the young eyes     pristinely set cold, Each thing a new ring     inwardly flows.   ~ An old man before him     bears dust and grows mold – For reverence, first severance, […] Continue reading →

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revolutions

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~ it snows in the mountains it sleets on the plains   down to the coastlines it all turns to rain   winter befalls us cold   hard   and   fast   and memory serves us conserves us at best   by knowing that spring renews us at last   relief would then tell us when winter […] Continue reading →

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The Logos

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~ I am so blind, I’ve lost my night vision. Each day Unto next I forget   I’m used to familiar, The routine of head, Not close, But at most A close fit.   And time, when it then comes, As time always will, It laughs when I ask it To stop and stand still. […] Continue reading →

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Dos Mundos

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~ In Charlottesville      there are four seasons; For Farmington,      less so.   Equidistant      more than reason; For Farmington,      more snow.   I live apart,      two separate worlds –   One, in culture,      East Coast finds; Another features      high terrains.   Of which, does Nature      or human creature, […] Continue reading →

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