Summer Moon Haiku String

Today is Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. You can submit any poem of your choice, any form, no form, any subject. Come join us and find your new favorite poet. This was also linked to Poetic Bloomings.   OpenLinkNight #176

oborozuki is Japanese for hazy moon

summer half moon drifts
in a sea of blue – floating
sakura petal

summer night sky – I
descry through blacker branches

luminescent pearl
worn by the night sky – baroque
purity enchants

the full moon flutters
on the surface of the pond
lone cicada sings

the summer moon bursts
from behind the clouds – startled
an owl takes flight

free Getty Image for non-commercial use

free Getty Image for non-commercial use


dVerse Poetics: keiu

Walt is hosting Poetics today. He wishes us to write about summer drought or too much rain. This can include harmful rain or writers block – any interpretation of drought or downpour. Come visit us!

Almost five years to the day,
I met you.
Five years since the love of my life
Returned to Japan – just left in a flurry
Of heat and fire – like the black dragon he was.
Days without love, weeks without love,
Years without love.
And almost five years to the day
You stepped into my life.
Eyes the color of a summer blue sky.
You spoke.
A gentle rain began to fall.
My soul began to bloom again.
Summer heat turned to
Summer rain – sweet and welcome –
Dried soul blossomed green.

copyright KanzenSakura

copyright KanzenSakura

*Japanese for welcome rain

Haibun Monday: Killer Heat

Today I am the host/pub tender for dVerse Poets Pub and it is Haibun Monday. The topic for poets to write haibun about is heat: horrible heat, falling in love in the hot summer, getting married, divorced, fired. The haibun can be sad or heavy in tone or light. So come and visit us at dVerse for this Hot Hot Hot Edition. Haibun are not flash fiction or fiction but true accounts.

Killer Heat
Sunday Night: It is midnight and still the temperature is in the high 90’s. When I walk outside, the heat grabs me and sucks the air from my lungs. The air is close and hostile. I go back into the house. No gazing at the stars tonight. It’s too darn hot. In our city, four people have died from the heat. Cooling centers have been opened for those elderly or poor who do not have air conditioning. They can sit in the cool from 8:00 am to 6:00 pm. But then it is back to their hellishly hot homes. Monday at 6:00 am, the temperature is already at 95F. I shower and head to the Feedmore food kitchen to start help putting together breakfast for Meals on Wheels and for various program leaders to pick up for feeding programs for out of school children who will not be getting the meals they normally get during the school year. With the meals for the Meals on Wheels program, two extra bottles of icy water are packed so the elderly or disabled will have some necessary hydration that is cold and refreshing.

By 9:00 am, the meals for all programs have been made, distributed, and cleaned up. Now it is time to begin on lunch. Sweat rolls under my clothes in the hot kitchen. We all wear tee shirts and have bandannas to keep the sweat at bay. But none of us falter. We laugh and complain about the heat and make up jokes or songs to cheer us while we work. It’s so hot, the life span of a popsicle is 10 seconds…it is so hot, trees are looking for shade. Heat Dome the meteorologists say about the heat that covers parts of our nation. On the noon news, another death from heat: a young healthy construction worker. Hunger and heat stretch in front of us like a highway from hell.
heat has no mercy –
it murders the young and old
and does not care.

dVerse Poets Pub: I Still Believe

Today at dVerse, we are on day #5 of our fifth anniversary celebration. Gayle is our host and has interviewed Anthony Desmond, a former member of dVerse. He is an amazing poet who always inspires. Come and visit us.  Part Five; Revisiting Anthony Desmond

I Still Believe
“For people like us
In places like this
We need all the hope
That we can get” Tim Cappelo from Lost Boys

And after all these years, here I am.
Up in the cradling branch of this ancient oak
in the woods adjacent to my home.
I’ve been a tree climber since I was six.
Being in trees centers me.
As I draw the bow across my beat up violin,
I am taken back to way back when.
And all the years in between –
all the pain, the laughter, the friends,
my family, wars, deaths, massacres, injustices,
courtesies, kindnesses…
I realize that I still believe.
I need the hope of belief rather
than the sword slash of bitterness,
prejudice, all the political bull shit that never stops.
I look across at the endless ocean of green
in front of me. I realize
as I draw the bow across the strings
for “La Musica Notturna delle Strade di Madrid.
No. 6, Op. 30” by Boccherini
that I still believe.
The song begins its lilt as I form the chords.
I am at peace.
Birds begin to sing.


dVerse Poets Pub – Twitter Poetry

Another celebration today of dVerse’s fifth anniversary.  Bjorn is interviewing Sam Peralta who used to be at dVerse.  Today the prompt is Twitter poetry – 140 characters or less. My two are less than 140 each.

Here is mine, less than 140 characters.

hawk flies between sky
and pond – shadow on water
only frogs can see

public domain image

public domain image

screen door has small hole –
mosquitoes invade hot night –
mean biters no sleep

dVerse Fifth Anniversary Celebration: A Poem

Walt is our prompter today and gives us this quote to inspire us. Alas! I did not take it the way he perhaps meant it and painted my poem in very broad strokes – but it’s true. Come join us for Day #3 of dVerse’s Fifth Year Anniversary Celebration. “I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.” ~Sebastian Barry from his novel A Long, Long Way

Closed Until Autumn

In truth, the heat has moved from…adequate
to over-achieving. The weatherman smiles as he says,
Today it will be 101F but feels like 107F
Feels like?
What’s up with that?  Just give us the temp of 107,
I mutter under my breath.
And it is official. The kitchen is closed
until September.
Oh, anything that can be done in the slow-cooker
(such as amazing meatloaf, or a fresh vegetable stew
or chicken with fresh herbs or blackberry cobbler).
Salads and towering club sandwiches or
cold and creamy chicken salad and devilled eggs.
and pasta made from angel hair pasta
because it cooks in less than 5 minutes –
that incredible uncooked sauce made with fresh
summer tomatoes and herbs and olive oil mixed with
the hothothot pasta…
or  omelettes or veggies that steam in the microwave
None of those hot horrible soups or stews or roasts…
No cooking over a fire hot grill out in the fire hot day.
I’ve purposely lost my heart for cooking until autumn.
And while we are on autumn,
I must ask, in what part of the arctic circle
does a person live when they talk about the end of summer
being here? Really?
Ha! end of summer? Summer is just cranking up where I live.
It feels like 107F
Honey, it IS 107…

public domain image

public domain image


Sevenling: Night Music

Today is Day #2 of dVerse’s fifth anniversary celebration. Victoria is behind the bar and she has given us the prompt to write a sevenling form with music as the theme. At the bottom of the poem is one of three paintings by one of the co-founders of dVerse, Claudia Schoenfeld.  She is both an accomplished artist and musician.  Come visit us at dVerse and read more of this delightful music form and read the interview with Claudia.

Night Music

“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”
Bram Stoker

in the warm summer night music
unites the voices of frogs, crickets,
cicadas and flying bats.

stars sing tales of travelers
and lovers and magicians
and lonely folk like me.

And every night they sing just for me.



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