Storm–dVerse Meeting the Bar

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Walking alone ‘neath rainy skies and tasting all
the moods and colors of broken clouds and of the
dewy flowers and green, green grass shimmering
in partial bursts of ragged sunlight, I probe heart-stabbing
loneliness, empty shrouded mists of useless questions.
Succumbing now, I wonder why you went away without
a word, without a reason. But still I find no answers.

A Golden Shovel Poem, in which the last word of each line is drawn from a line in Mary Oliver’s poem, Hummingbird, published in “Owls and Other Fantasies.” And that’s the prompt today for dVerse Meeting the Bar where we hope to meet you.


Savor–dVerse Quadrille

Photo: David Slotto

Photo: David Slotto, Personal Chef to the Poet!

a Quadrille

Alluring aroma
draws me in where
husband-chef stirs,
sauce simmer-shimmers,
and I succumb,
an evening of delight
beyond a meal
shared in candlelight.

The challenges of life
boil down
to this: sauce—
spices and flavors
of give and take,
of you and I.

Here’s a second quadrille for my prompt at dVerse. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words. The word that I’ve asked for is shimmer. Last week when David was cooking and asked me to stir the sauce I had him take a photo. It was so pretty. I can’t help but wonder if, subconsciously, this led me to choose the word shimmer. Please check out some of the other shimmering poems this prompt has inspired. The prompt is open all week if you would like to join us.


• :pictorial representation in terms of light and shade without regard to color
• :the arrangement or treatment of light and dark parts in a pictorial work of art
• :the interplay or contrast of dissimilar qualities (as of mood or character)




you evoke strong texture
broad slashes of pain
spidery intaglio wrinkled into skin,
into soul.

movement of transient light
sweeps away shadows
that puddle into crevices of mountain slopes.

i’ve vivid memories of soft touches,
feathery stroke imbuing patterns of grace
into the emptiness of night.

why do you mock me now?

A very rough draft penned using random words selected from Gardner’s Art History text book. I wrote this for the theme of art as metaphor that I offered today for dVerse Meeting the Bar. Please join us.


a sedoka, with poetic license



that night I tasted
moonlight in your sultry gaze,
touched words unsaid. (memories

hiding in a box)
tonight, sun jumps off the edge
of earth, disappears like you.

touch words unsaid—memories

Today, over at dVerse,  where we’re beginning our third year of sharing poetry, we’re challenged to choose any topic from Form for All or Meeting the Bar that was presented in the last year. I chose one from each and created a combo. The form is a Sedoka, presented by Sam Peralta and the poetic tool is Synesthesia, which I presented. I did take a bit of liberty with the form, adding a 7th line that is not called for. To revisit the original posts click HERE for Sedoka and HERE for synesthesia. Have fun, celebrate! Come to the pub–share your poem and enjoy your fellow poets. Encourage them with your comments!

That Way


Dew (Photo credit: Benson Kua)

In less than twenty-four hours, the doors will be open for dVerse Open Link Night, so here’s my poem for the occasion. I hope many of you will join us there to enjoy the poetry and companionship of poets from all over the world.

That Way

The way the dew curls up
to sleep in hollow clefts of clover,

the way the flautist’s breath
produces chords in empty reeds,

the way the wind balloons
clean sheets hung out to dry

and fragrant hyacinth
assails my senses,

the way birdsong awakens
morning mystics—

that way you fill
my emptiness.

Photo: via Wikipedia, Benson Kua.

Copyright: Victoria C. Slotto, Lucky Bat Books

I’m also pleased to announce that, in a few days, my novel Winter is Past will now be available in print form from in Europe. Here’s a recent review from Pam B., Tuscon, AZ:

The powerful story and the beautiful spirit of the author are evident from almost the first page of ‘Winter is Past.’ It is a story of a haunting darkness from childhood, of life-threatening illness, of love and the utmost generosity and of terrible loss, grief–and rising from the ashes. Victoria grabs you in the first chapter and in trying to understand how anyone could survive Claire’s losses, it’s almost impossible to put it down. I cried through 60 pages! Winter is Past has a special place on my bookshelf, from where I will pick it up every time I need to be reminded of the strength of love and friendship and of beginning again.