He paints pale pewter twilight with splash of blood-orange dawn; a wash of lemon yellow morning, with buttermilk clouds layered on cornflower background, blends to tangerine afternoon; then, sweet lavender dusk which transforms eggplant evening into deep indigo night.
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“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” Psalm 19:1
Snow falls noiselessly from a windless sky, alighting on back deck and fence post, shed roof and fallow field. We can feel the gathering of snowflakes but cannot hear their conversation. Rabbit tracks crisscross white breast of winter.
Spring crocus push through snow’s crust soundlessly, if not effortlessly. Green spears surround the hardy stem. Bright purple petals display golden stamen and pistil. Life is determined to bloom and reproduce beauty.
Dark eyes watch intently, soft nose wriggles. Wild rabbit moves stealthily on fur-boot feet. No rustle of leaf, no snap of stick, just a flicker of movement and flash of cotton-ball tail. First a twitch, then a hop, final sprint beneath spruce.
earth tilts toward sun far side of moon holds silence seasons change places
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Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets, hosted by Frank Tassone
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).
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)
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