On our garden tour in July, we saw a plethora of gorgeous flowers, landscaping, yard sculptures, row of tall arbor vitae, and constructed waterfalls with streams. One of the most delightful finds was at a place that had a path winding through a forest. My friend called out, “Hey look at these!” for a cool…
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dVerse — Haibun Monday — fall foliage
From my couch observation deck, the slider windows frame a snapshot of the season. Across the field and off to the southwest is a tree that is ahead of its companions in spring and autumn. It is the first tree to show green in spring when green is so desperately craved by grey-weary eyes and…
dVerse — MTB — The Lorax* Reboot
We stand, singly or in groups, quiet but for when wind stirs us; ask nothing but that you breathe. We give shade to all but clouds, sip from aquifers and riverbeds, dialogue with fungi mat friends. We offer shelter to the feathered, furred, clawed, mirror-ball-eyed insects, reptiles; to share space. Let me repeat, we ask…
dVerse — Poetics — Inspired by van Gogh’s, “Window in the Studio”
What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show…
dVerse — Q186 — Angulate(d)
Ori ga me.Fold me as you will;crease my edges,point my corners. Pretty pony?Salt box fortune teller?Dragon? Saint? How shall you bendand turn me? Yet I’m paper,designed for recycleonce binned; or ashif a match set to. top image link for “Blade Runner Unicorn” De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De says:write…
dVerse — Prosery — The Answer (warning: disturbing content)
You cannot pluck moonlight to bring in your pocket!Helen Hoyt – October Letter “C’mon, be adventurous for a change,” said Tommy, his voice an edged plaintive whine. Again, I was inadequate in Tommy’s estimation. Like when Tommy handed me a pink pill and said it would be a thrill. Or when he begged…
Writober Days 7 & 8 and dVerse OLN 348 — Monster Bones
What is that rattle in the yard when moon hides in the clouds, when wind tonight in autumn moans, where howls of wolf pack echoes? A clattered sound of monster bones. Thought he’d wandered far away Last Halloween’s silent midnight I swore I heard his groan across lake, his tears splashing like rain; my guilt…
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