Spun Sticky drops of spin spin centrifuge of deceit distilled to juju toxins; cut, powdered, pressed, pilled pushed through professional pads dealt on dark nets. Mirages, tasty pumped placebos, candyflossing brains with webs, while mad rulers fiddle us dizzy stuck shells, scrambled scribes of tell. OO OO OO OO OO Top image, “The Candyfloss Sky,”…
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dVerse — Q206 — Royal Sisterhood
Royal Sisterhood In aerial mines of manna, probosces probe goldenrod profusion. Humming along fencelines, tigered she-workers, suspent by unstained glass wings, harvest nuggets in baskets; after, on repeat, they bend for home. When cooling breeze calls tired sisters, beelines converge en route to their royal abode. “Bee and Goldenrod” photo by Ted I am today’s…
dVerse OLN — little patters (tanka prose)
“and don’t forget Chessie” by Viennese artist, Guido Gruenwald Little Patters rain patters through dusklike long-gone feet of toddlers’playtime before bedmemories of clean Pjs,oft-told stories, nodding heads The image I chose today to accompany the tanka has sentimental value. My stepdad worked for the C&O Railroad for many years and retired from there. I happened…
dVerse — Poetics — Plots and Rolls
image link Plots and RollsThe carnival anchorstemporarily on a city plot just behind wherethe brewery is built.It’s where we book clubidiots (book reference)discuss plots while carnies maneuver too.Inside, they roll barrelswhile we roll theories outabout, _Anxious People_;outside the ferris wheelrolls and rolls to sunset. Melissa is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Melissa wants us to…
dVerse — Prosery — Polar Dark
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. From, “Take This Waltz” by Leonard Cohen Polar Dark When summers brushed our skin and winters pulled us close, sun and snow shone sparkly and clean, servants of love’s season. When autumn stayed, dysfunctional limbo, a gloom of weighing and…
dVerse — MTB — All Belong
All Belong Grandbaby’s too young! Pre-school is too long! Care-free days too short! Let her be awhile, running in the fields. Let her be a child (with) [not student with rules] unencumbered smiles! Sleepless grandma frets. Soundless voice with soothe: “Try to understand; impotent upsets waste your energy. Incorporate sense: all belong to world.” Acceptance…
dVerse — Q205 — Quadrille to Sulfur Cosmos
Sulfur cosmos, bright constellationed suns, call to bees’, butterflies’, hums’ of hunger to slake on pollenous, nectared sums.They give, even through rainstorms, until their now-husked offers have no more. Spent, sparse, dark brown spikes callme, beg to be jarred until spring church. De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants…
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