Another five inches,
Snow falling down.
One bird is singing,
One bird, around.
The screens of a porch
Clad dandruff-white stuff,
Hanging and clinging… 52 more words
A second haibun for the prompt at dVerse Poets Pub. http://dversepoets.com/2016/01/11/haibun-monday-5/
And now, except for video, movie, recordings, his voice is silent. Often called a chameleon, often wondered about – copied but the copies resulted in pale fuzzy multi-generation images. 108 more words
Looking north, from the bottom tip of Africa, having to imagine such harsh, brutal weather, strangely familiar, somehow recognised, never seen. A virtual reality over a vast expanse of space and time; surprise at the flower’s survival in such deep, silent, bruising, cold. 110 more words
Today on dVerse Poetics, Grace has introduced us to Canadian Poet David McFadden. He is the “darling of the avant-garde” and yet, is readable and at home with supernatural events, meaning, he finds something extraordinary in every day ordinary events – like psychic bus stops. 513 more words