Situation: In a small group discussion last night, we compared Judas to The Prodigal Son as far as regret, attitude, behavior, motivation; during the discussion a disagreement arose. One camp felt that, even though Jesus knew he was going to be betrayed and said as much to Judas, “Do what you have to do.,” Judas…
Category: dverse
dVerse — last lines — Chuck Palahniuk
Molar encasing hollow filled deadly cyanide, no longer of purpose for this agent.Begins here new life of operative me. –from Pygmy And maybe knowing isn’t the point. Where we’re standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything. –from Choke Metaphysical coordinates exes and whys in tic-tac-toe…
dVerse — quadrille #94 — Mercy
Mercy I see her. If hawks could roar, her voice would echo off the silent trees. Instead redtail’s plaintive cries enter my ears without fanfare Even cardinals and doves congregated at the feeder Pay no mind to her whine. Dove’s demise comes mid contented coo. WhimsyGizmo (aka De Jackson) is today’s host of dVerse. De…
#MM — Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time — The queen of neither here nor there
“The angel of the birds” by Franz Dvorak (1862-1927) It happened once I don’t know where Perhaps a dream I know ’twas fair About an heir who played in air Around her flew two doves, a pair At night they slept in a tree, a pear With moonlight blankets of silver flair Morning flood sunlight…
dVerse — elemental — (Li) Lithium
Looking at the periodic table, Li (Lithium) jumped out at me, so here goes a poem about it. (Li) Lithium A metal of mettle, many extremes, Maybe why an egghead decided to feed me to those with extremes? Fifty years later, they’re at stage one of understanding the why or why not of my managing…
dVerse — haibun — Polar beginning
Our family has been talking about toning down the materialism of Christmas for awhile. This year we did it. We traditionally have used amazon wishlists to ensure the gifts are wanted/needed. Older son put a total of one item on his list, which solidified the beginning of the new way. The gifts I bought them…
The Wanderer and dVerse OLN
The Wanderer Springtime season’s when the growing Sunshine comes and the soil, it warms Plants and critters pulse with knowing Feed store sells pheasant chicks when born Orphaned, boxed, sold by the dozen Instead of nuts, seeds, berries, corn Protein mash, their distant cousin Lost to nature, tamed and forlorn Ignoring nature’s ways and means…
