I wandered lonely as a cloud. –by William Wordsworth, from his eponymous poem Seeing a cumulus puff amongst cirrocumulus sheets made the mountain dragon laugh. “You’re an anachronism!” Try as I might to slough off the words, his throaty grumbles clung like heavy ice crystals. They turned my cushiony cotton into spiked crackles which shredded…
Category: dverse
dVerse — MTB and earthweal olw 109 — one song, now
one to two this and that swirl to being, cosmoplasm teased apart, together invisible bonds that repel, attract impossibly organized as one now how is not the question no answer serves to be is to do be do be do be perpetual beginnings and endings ten thousand notes harmonize as one song The top image…
dVerse — Poetics — A Sea Dirge Echoes The Voice of the Lobster
[A Sea Dirge] [Echoes] [The Voice of the Lobster] — Three Titles of Lewis Carroll Poems I hear the clacking of the trap where tattered figures rot; the dead who tell no tales, yet murmur hints, drifts in the stream, deep in the murky belly of the sea. Yet her pipes do chastise me in…
dVerse — Quadrille 147 (2) — Is that you, Mo-Dean?
At first it seemed to be a dream; a blinding eye coiffed in black. My first thought: they’re back. Stalked peer of metallic goon is more than holo in my sleep as a scream begins to creep up the back of my paralyzed throat. This is my second offering for Bjorn’s prompt word for dVerse…
Dverse – Quadrille 147 – These Eyes
To take a photograph is to align the head, the eye and the heart. It’s a way of life. ~ Henri Cartier-Bresson In twos, borne sclera grapes, socket twins, camera duets note lens shifts. Panoptic seas, eagles to snails, eyes of newborn until final closing. In color surprises to weepy accepts discern silhouettes; sweet Arbus…
dVerse OLN 311 and earthweal OLW 108
In the cold light of war, peace may yet be known. Ripples under the snow wait for faith, (un)seen. Peace may yet be known in wrinkled warm hands mirrored in quiet prayer. Ripples under the snow understand spring comes — they will be known, whole. Know faith, (un)seen foundations; unshaken anchors in the chaos. Today’s…
dVerse — Poetics — Spirits Promise
Painting by Joseph Farquharson ‘Cauld Blaws the Wind Frae East to West’ (1888) Mountainspirit guides us, watching above, solid below;her strong arms hold in warm hearth promise. Mountainprotects us from harm, towards uncertain unknowns.Despite wind’s cold voice chasing us; we rest,dreamless. Valleyspirit opens us to her green velvet;tree nation’s welcoming swath sways in whispered hope.Valleytarries…
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