A memoir Her silhouette and cane familiar from the back,a lady of many social and creative talentsput here, today of all days. Interrupt convo,possibly being rude to both, to smile, say hi;you would have seen the room light up then. After our brief reunion before joining fitness classcheery updates that end with an invitation back,convincing…
Category: dreams
The Oracle Speaks — Linger Not Here for Perfumed Voice
“Dreams and Desires 02” by Gayle Berry linger not here for perfumed voice linger not here for perfumed voice,angel’s velvet desire a ghost who always comes by night, a slow kiss is but a doggrowling for your broken embrace;dark candy magic flowersferocious need, must bleed & die morning window openmelt secret poison awaywake warm from…
Esther Chilton’s Writing Prompt 73 — Birds — Dream
Dream “Every night is the same dream. I walk outside into a cloudy blue sky day. Then I hear their piercing cacophony and turn towards it. As I look at them, they go silent. One by one, they glide down and land near my feet, until every one has formed a circle around me. The…
dVerse — Q203 — Amanita Dream
Amanita Dream Figment is as figment does.So what does a figment do?It’s nil to you as first it dreamsto fit inside haiku. Then it seemsits vapor grows until it fills a room.So pungent as you breathe it inthis mind-bending mushroom. top image: “Amanita Mushrooms,” by Christine Marshall Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday….
The Oracle Speaks: Diamond Lies
Diamond Lies You dress love’s language in a thousand mist whispers, tongues singing my ache with sleepy urges. I ask why these diamond chants are dreamed — and lie. I used the original magnet set.
dVerse — Q193 — Don’t Pinch Me
Don’t Pinch Me In half spoon-curled,nitelight soft-glowed,mattress-warmed,flannel-soothed,vervain-sniffedfluffy clouds I face youreven-breathed,solid presence. Eyelashes droopabove cold nose,waiting; my handrising and fallingon your chest. In timeyou turn to scootch-reachcloser, low-growling. Don’t pinch me if I’m dreaming. Top image link De is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a quadrille (exactly 44 words…
TSM 229, Friday Writings 45, and dVerse Poetics — Hymns March
“See the Light” by Giulio Bernardi How neatly click blocks as they form the walls of box container; clay, baked dust pads prison, hope long flown, left to airless midnights. The keeper’s metals clank thrice bringing tasteless gruel; little more than corpse fuel and sensory morsels. Heat of stones tell seasons. At times I’m graced…
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