Glow

A setting sun

makes faces glow

it reflects

on the passing day

sparkles sand

makes sea shine

lingers on the surface

of earth

makes it golden or pink

before it disappears

leaves colors

temporarily

dangling on clouds

brilliant

in its display

worthy of audience

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word glow

Photo on the beach Pine Cliffs in the Algarve, Portugal

Glow

Beyond the Arroyo

I have heard a cow grunt before giving birth. Sometime for days, I have heard a cow bellow when their calf is taken away. Many times I have heard the moo when the feed truck comes but never did I imagine that I would hear a cow scream. It happened last summer when fierce rains gathered and swelled the dry gulch with fast, moving water, getting deeper and deeper. I could hear it sounding from over the ridge. “A cow is screaming across the arroyo,” I said to myself.

I drove to the ridge top and there was the tragedy unfolding; the cow bring swept away by the new-formed current, its footing gone and moving downstream on its flank side, no hoofs on the ground. No matter how much effort was observed, it could not right itself. I watched until I couldn’t see it.

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dVerse prompt flash fiction using the quote by James Harrison

Beyond the Arroyo

Wild Horses

There are still wild horses

in Nevada and Wyoming

mustangs from Spanish bloodlines

their hoofs strong

never shod

herd following a stallion

who is leader and protector

a spirit 

hard to be broken

easy to break it off

young ones

brought into the pen

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dVerse prompt on spirit.  The wild horses roam on BLM land and the herds are managed by the BLM.  To control the population, every year some are caught and brought to holding areas where they are tamed of their wild spirit and sold at auction.

Wild Horses

I want to write like Dali

I want to write like Dali painted

disjointed

everything capable

of fluidity whether a horse

or time

or an elephant and rhino on stilts

elongate the llllllls

create more holes in the OOOOOOs

put a whole world inside just one

put a landscape on the table

a seascape in knees

find paragraphs

that grow trees

 

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dVerse prompt on surrealism

 

 

 

I want to write like Dali

It is late…..

It is late and I am going to bed.  There is a scratching sound then it stops.  Could it be a bug or a mouse trying to get out of this basket?  I shake the basket.  No sound.  The sound comes again.  I look around and there it is.  A gecko is half in and half out of my writing book. It has clawed its way out of the pages of paper.  Bright green with little eyes, tail and hind legs still in the book.  I carry the book outside and free it like a poem into the night air.

It is late…..

Kudzu

a little satire comparing kudzu to racism

 

It’s called the front porch vine

grows over everything

makes for comfort with its shade

 

easy to propagate when you get tools

roots are huge and spreading

deep rotted

 

hard to pull out

just when you think you’re rid of it

here it is again

 

it can bring folks together

like a festival

a klan or a government

 

some use it for their own advantage

cultivate it

profit from its invasiveness

 

stir it in a drink

feels warm and good

when drinking kudzu tea

 

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dVerse prompt on an invasive plant— this was a prose poem which I reformatted into short Plath lines

Kudzu

On Edge

When the earth quakes, it could take half of a day to hear the news that people are buried in rubble of collapsed buildings. Others are more fortunate and come out at 4am trying to escape the 35 seconds of earth plates moving. Expecting more to follow, they wait in the streets of Tirana.

 

Back home we wait for the big one. Engineer stronger buildings, take down viaducts and go underground. The last one swayed trees and road as I drove towards Gazzam Lake. An hour later, the water in a huge tank off the trail was still sloshing.

 

somewhere a rogue wave

or volcanic eruption

thankful not today

 

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a haibun following the Albanian earthquake

On Edge