VERSES

Monday, April 20, 2026

1395

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" I Dig"

There they were at the grocery,

She knocking for hollow sounds,

Of a good watermelon;

He piling apples into a bag,

What's this you hoping to enter?

He laughingly asked,

A hollow sound means its a good one;

Oh! i dig he replied laughing.

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Quadrille #246: Let’s get digging

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NOTE: From Google

Dig it" is an informal, often old-fashioned slang phrase meaning to understand, appreciate, or like something. Popularized in the 1950s–1970s, it implies catching the meaning of a conversation ("Do you dig?") or showing approval ("I dig that scene"). It often implies "I understand and agree/like it.

Thursday, April 16, 2026

1394

[image courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]

Zuihitsu: More Than

Always it goes back to control

Possession of more than the guy across the ocean

bombs and guns

air raids and straits

Casually, causalities increase

in geometric sequence

The war mongers are happy

The common folk are agitated in

Scared streams of tears and frustrations

Why why, the simple minded ask

Isn't food and shelter enough

Is sharing ever an option

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MTB: Zuihitsu

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NOTE:随筆 | Zuihitsu

While the zuihitsu is frequently compared to an essay, Hahn showed its possibilities as a poetic text. In a 2021 article for the American Poetry Review, Hahn wrote: Zuihitsu, literally, “running brush”; This uniquely Japanese genre is a poetic text lacking the formal structural principles we associate with Western verse. Through a variety of techniques—fragmentation, juxtaposition, varying lengths, disparate forms (observation, anecdote, journal, catalog, … and a hybrid text), and an organizing subject—it creates an impression of spontaneity and a quality of “imperfection.”

https://aaww.org/notes-on-zuihitsu/

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

1393

Oh! Where Are you Going?

He was barefooted, leaving no footprints

Barechested, without a belly

Standing erect, yet without a spine

Is your name worthless?

I asked as i passed him in the corridor

Your facelessness looked familiar

I stated firmly, peering into his demeanor

Like a poem, without words

No he retorted; my name is love

You must be joking, i said exicitedly!

Love? Love?

And where are you off to?

But at that point, i didn't really want to know

The bougainvillea i planted, are so lovely

I mused in a whisper, to myself.

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Poetics: Where does love go?

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Monday, April 13, 2026

1392

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Contradicting Emily

Why write if not to free thought from its incarceration of mind's cell, if not to converse, to share and expect retort in the bargain.

Appreciation can be free, many will agree, but when a reader, dips into her purse to show the worth of a poet's thought, that narrative is special; that's applauding publication.

Is the 'auction of the mind', still considered a seeming truism, in today's effortless - share, follow and add.

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NOTE: I opted not to do flash fuction.

To understand the line fully; i googled. This is what i got

Publication — is the Auction" by Emily Dickinson (c. 1863) argues that publishing one's work ("the mind") is a "foul" act of selling one's inner thoughts for public consumption, akin to a market auction. The poem suggests that turning intellectual and spiritual creation into a commercial product "reduces" the human spirit to a market price.

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Prosery: Publication

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