I pray to God that she may lieForever with unopened eye— from Edgar Allan Poe’s, “The Sleeper” Millicent and I are born eighteen months apart; she in the heat of August, and I in the chill of January. Our temperaments follow our seasons. She, vivacious, fire in her blood; and I, pale, introverted, with a…
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dVerse — MTB — HMOs and Castaways
Roy Lichtenstein Onomatopoeia Collage HMOs and CastawaysBrrrrrrring!Old school receptionistbuffs her nails, oblivious.Tinnitis’ eardrumfibrillations chatter my teeth.Answer it already!Its screech is as bad as piteous yipsof the neighbor dogwhose keepers’eyeballs swivel their screensinstead of thwapping a rubber ball for not-so-cutegrown fido to chase.Fido’s yanking on his chain,collar-frictioned neck rubbed raw.SHUTTHEFUKKUP! they screamand he yips to their attention,…
dVerse Q202 — dark reigns right
dark reigns right when gleam has been too bright for too long,and, seeped with sight, tired eyes wear out;as dusk begins to fall, relief begins to bloom,until harsh of orange sunset flees the room;where dark reigns right in vision’s dear gloom top image, “Creepy Eyeball,” by Edward Fielding Punam is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…
dVerse OLN 362 — Reprieve
Reprieve Remember Adam and The Apple? Recall Robert Johnson at The Crossroads? The traveler standing where “two roads diverged in a yellow wood*” ring a bell? Yes or no Right or left Myth Empty reflection Imagine reality of endless hallway endless doors, each a decision that must be made before proceeding. Behind each door endless…
dVerse — Poetics — “Stepping Out of this World” cento from April 2 ekphrastic prompt poems (amended)
Photo by John McKaveney: Bright Moon The Moon is very important to us in many ways a lot of people don’t realize. Without the Moon and the delicate balance it creates, life on Earth may not have evolved. It also helps protect us from Solar System debris like asteroids (as is evident from all the…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — eternal landscapes
Eternal Landscapes I remember everything in my grandparents’ yard, from towering hundred years’ oak to a field of lily-of-the-valley. Oriental poppy and fuschia-hued peonies reached for the sun along the property line rough brick fence. Rose of Sharon to the left side of many-windowed front room. Behind them, in the shade of pines, a stump…
dVerse — MTB — Cloud Fish revisited
Memories like floating on puffsin cortico-limbic fashion;cloud dandelions, blown in huff,soar and dive to feel-triggered whimsto tumble, jumbled in the scuff.Exhausted, yet they rise againto disperse, scattered to the rough.Mere specks with their sails unfastened,return to cosmic hieroglyphs. magic 9 form Grace is today’s host of dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Grace would like us to…
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