Barb and Rod when grey dulls life’s gleammind wandering back to bleaknessyour face, grace, returnsyou turn, I follow your lightblack numbness again vanquished Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Punam says:I think, we all have many, maybe hundreds, of unsent and unwritten letters inside us. So let’s write letters today. Write to…
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dVerse — Q189 (2) — Lost in the Mist
Yellowed film spins reel, buoy’s roulette, blinking green, then red, in wind- rattled notes, silent sound through fish-dense mist’s shroud of moonlessness. I, upturned, paste-faced, full starkers, wet-footed, numb red fingertipped, & windbreaker whipped, am waiting. Are “we” flotsam, jetsam, lagan, or finally derelict? [44 words] top image link Note: I have a general idea…
dVerse — MTB — Fun with Anagrams (2) — Peaceful
plea plea plea cue lull fluff all ape fleece all flap puff all clap appall all fall flee puce place cull puce fleas peace leap alpaca cape lace lapel ace flaff peeps feel full alula cupful ale up up up feel feel feel ful peace more new terms: flaff (flapping, fluttering) alula = structure on…
dVerse — MTB — Fun with Anagrams — Permute
up tree temper erupt um er em put rum puree per ump permute meter peter rut rue temp tump term mure pree rete re meet me pure meet me true NOTE: My process was to first think of a word with 3 vowels and 4 consonants in it. I wanted it to be a verb….
dVerse Poetics Nature’s Emissaries
How many would be smothered in their cribs to interrupt their trajectories? How many would be unburned at the stake? How many would be unhanging from trees? How many innocent souls would be unraped? Imagining a convoy of Chrononauts on the move Better than Ghostbusters, interrupting evil in its tracks; Confiscating kindling, ropes, and demonic…
dVerse — Prosery — Botched?
Snow would be the easy way out –Rita Dove, from “November for Beginners” Miranda’s rippled cleavage was pasted across banners of the e-zines that mattered. Just like the paparazzi to zoom in on a digital image and draw a red circle around it, with the headline, “Curdled Milk?” And why didn’t Mirage Photoshop her into…
dVerse — MTB — Elegy to a Still Living But Lost Love
Elegy to a Still Living But Lost Love Silly thought, I thought we had forever, parsing over joe, puzzling mysteries. Now they have you to themselves in heaven. Silly thought, I thought we had forever. Never hear your rich laugh thrum e’er again. Parting now, past and future histories. Silly thought, I thought we had…
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