trees burst into bloom elbowing old man winter blossoms wave goodbye Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1297 White Hand of Moses In our month exploring The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, today Chèvrefeuille tells us we are skipping ahead to the 4th verse and the ‘White Hand of Moses’: Now the […]
Winterfall
waterfall tumbles flaunting its fluid freedom frost and ice await Kim M. Russell, 2017 My nineteenth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
Starlings and Stones
November starlings blacken hedges, strip scarlet berries, dip in sedges, weave through layers of stubble and thistle, a whirring cloud of clockwork birds. A sudden burst of warble and whistle lodges like stone in my arid throat and leaves me scrabbling for words. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
Modigliani Moods
Pavement cafés scatter cobbles of Montmartre. Whores step over ditches, become painted queens. He flings his cape, adjusts his scarf, picks his way through muddy lanes and creaking, swaying studios of the Bateau Lavoir – and dreams of dancing naked with sloe-eyed models under stars. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My second response to Thotpurge’s […]
Dawn’s Left Hand
dawn’s fingers of light reminding late night lovers a new day’s arrived Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1296 Dawn’s Left Hand This November, we are exploring The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam and today’s episode is called ‘dawn’s left hand’, from the 2nd quatrain of The Rubaiyat: Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand […]
Bowl of Night
a bowl full of stars shattered by sunlight arrows sparking a new day Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1295 Bowl of Night A new CDHK month has begun and this month is entitled ‘Rubaiyat, Another Way’. It is all about The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam, the Persian poet and scholar. ‘Rubaiyat’ […]
As the Sun Rises
every leaf shimmers sun rays stitch a bold patchwork golden and scarlet Kim M. Russell, 2017 My eighteenth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
Wavering
horizontal line scrawls, descending from the sky to the lake below flash of white as tails upend moon-shimmered sails wavering Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Thotpurge’s Micropoetry Month Rajani has kicked off the November 2017 Micropoetry Month with a couple of modern haiku/senryu. She says, If the poems or the theme or just […]
The Beauty of Bats
shivery flickers shrouds of dark, leathery wings in and out of night Kim M. Russell, 2017 My seventeenth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful A leftover from Halloween!
Seven Days
I live in dark corners, a scuttling spider drawing you to my web. Ding dong dell, Pussy’s in the well, drowning in despair and dripping hair. The jerky gait on the video tape is a symptom of my pain, reflected in the depths of eyes that kill or drive you insane Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
