Creeping beastie any form be it slipping ‘neath a door swirling ‘round as morning fog drifting in as morphing cloud sinking bullets drenching rain chilly slides sheets of ice dainty fluff crystal snow constitutes each bag of bones swimming in it our water home De aka WhimyGizmo is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De…
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dVerse — Prosery — Controlling Interest (warning: disturbing content)
image link For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror. from “The First Elegy”, Duinos Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke Why do so many stop short, Edward queried his alter ego, Harry. For beauty is nothing but the beginning. Of terror, not the feeling of, but the inducing and witnessing of, Edward was an…
dVerse MTB — Swimming Fish (Imayo)
Wandering through (long-gone) mall, many moons ago,I happened on two hippies; upon their velvetcloth morphology of jade, many-hued polishedcarvings, reasonably priced; one fish swam away. Laura is today’s host of dVerse’ Meet the Bar. Laura says (here paraphrased:)Write an Imayo form poem about a rock in celebration of International Rock Day.
dVerse Poetics — One Word: Pulchritudinous (beautiful)
Cronenberg’s Ear Man I’m known by all yet grokked through ten k souls. Near shell that glows or sticky goo insides, Each soul is tweaked by different charms’ extolls. A cache of coins, you seek me, priceless gold; To some my haunt is never worth my shine. I’m known by all yet grokked through ten…
dVerse Quadrille 179 — No Better Than Now
One copacetic afternoon two sleeping cats three glass fish wind chime four cardinals call five pink roses six inches of coffee seven warm strawberries eight tiny sun arnica nine fingerling zucchini ten green marble tomatoes eleven pages of Bono read twelve hours to bedtime I am today’s host of dVerse. I say: Write a quadrille…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Still blowin’…
I had a few errands to run this afternoon. First stop was to drop off loaned items at the library that were due. The plan was to put them in the outside drop box because, since today is a federal holiday, I expected the library to be closed. It wasn’t. I went inside to the…
dVerse — MTB — Trust and Faith
Tuesday morning’s opened windows’ chill brushed ‘crost my cheek. A sigh released, relieved heat waved its way to scorch with oven gasped hush other hamlets; tender drum rains now beat. Wednesday night as shades are drawn a cold tale told as shawl weaves shadows round the moon’s glow Summer came too soon. Spring threw off…
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