we stole away from the table – first you, then me, so as not to invite titters and whispers.The sun was a golden coin melting into smoke kissed mountains, tossing pink confetti into the sky.The evening song of cicadas rose and fell in aural copulation,long meadow grass tickled my bare knees while Prosecco tickled our … More As glasses were raised
Every old hound dog I ever knew was named Blue, the blue tick, the coon hound, the Bassett with rheumy eyes that waited in a wallered out spot in a neighbor’s yard for a touch, a glance, waited patiently into the blue, blue yonder. For dVerse Poets Pub “Eyeing the Quadrille #147”.
Dusty trunk of cracked leatherand crusty lock reveal Great-Gran’s long-forgotten cache of fine Chinese silks,bolts of vibrant threads that survived tempestuous seas and mud-sucking roadsbut Great-Gran vanished in the waves of flu, the silks packed away, tempting nibblesfor attic mice. Written for today’s dVerse prompt to include the word “nibble”. I decided to do an … More Reincarnation
The earth cracksshifts, slants Breath stillsSpirit sinks untilall that’s left is a huskLife evaporates like a magic trickUp in the skystars glitter Sharp pointed teethwaitingDying leaves shiveringand rattlingon branches trying to hold onTrying It’s a gloomy morning here with a cold, steady rain falling. I suppose it’s got me in a blue-ish mood. Not all-the-way … More Unfinished Ending
we arecannibal ash left-behindsfading static on lost frequenciesdoppelgängers of used-to-bewe arehardscrabble nightsshattered shot glassesdried up shimmiescurdled bits of bloodwe areidle spit dried to salton steamy blacktopwithered illusionsscrewed up tattooswe arestruggling steel in a hot metal world It’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. My poem was published in Eunoia Review in 2018 and is … More Me and Pearl
I learned to make Chile Rellenos ten years after my first bite, its luscious light as air golden goddess melting on my tongue, the firm fleshy Poblano submitting to my relentless bite, the sharp cheesy lava rolling through the cavern of my mouth, taste buds convulsing in ecstasy. I had never tasted anything so delicious, … More I Will Never Forget Hobbs, New Mexico 1975
This is a poem that was published in Muddy River Poetry Review back in 2017. It has a reference to a Beatles song in the title and in the verse. The Beatles have been all over the Net with the release of The Beatles: Get Back so I thought it would be fun to dust … More dVerse Open Night: Don’t Carry the World
Creation’s ChaosVoices fall from the night sky, a chorale of invisible comets disguised as bone and wax,splashing over the landscape, hopeful as sleeping seeds windblown into creation’s chaos,searching eyes balanced between luck and inevitability. Nursing a tender center desperate for escape, it flings itself outward, buoyant for one more day.If you listen it becomes a … More Creation’s Chaos
It’s Prosery Monday at dVerse Poetry Pub. Today Merril challenges us to write a prose piece of no more than 144 words including the following quote: “I am bombarded yet I stand.”From Adrienne Rich, “Planetarium” My piece is titled “Clipped Wings”. Your ceramic bird fell and shattered like our dreams of a long, shared life. … More Clipped Wings
Watercolors Our days and nights bleed togetherWatercolors on canvasHue and tint minglingOver hours, minutes, secondsOur passing bodies weave a patternOf do’s and don’tsOf when’s and what if’sWe linger in life’s paint strokesIts colors running faster and faster In response to dVerse Poet’s Pub prompt for Quadrille #136: Let’s Linger. It’s been a long, long time … More Watercolors
Charlotte Hamrick 