dVerse — quadrille 114 — Cloudfish

Rise to the surfacefrom deep blue each breath a lighter hue Patchwork of cloudsmeshed together,one hand lifts us up. A place where we see,formed, yet formless,happiness is a noplace But everyplace to be;blind, yet seeing,all one being.     When I read Lillian’s prompt word over the weekend, I took a moment to take it…

Halloween Poem: The Forgotten Promise

This Halloween I am the bearerOf a tiny tale of terrorCloaked in gloom, I am the wearerGallows grin and red-eyed starerBuilding screams in throats, I’m snarerTime to leave – or stay in error!   In her ear a planted borerGrinding jaws, consuming horrorLaying claim, brain’s apple-corerMerciless, doom comes for herUnless a cure can restore her…