image link I see the hum as a wolf, always present, always supportive, always ready to run. She comes to me, she of rough shaggy coat. Solid shoulders, paws anchored to the ground. She sits and watches me with eyes like bonfires. Her head tilts with my expressions and when she hears my voice as…
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dVerse — Poetics — Ode to a Thesaurus
The trail drones on as bee until it stings me to a quiver Hermetic trills oneiric bells clamour-call to muse liver Emergent words select themselves, infuse with a honeyed click Surprised each time at ideal choice. I cackle until I hic A clever muse she daisy-chains the ponies in formation Umbrella chants while ponies dance…
dVerse — Prosery — Honey Sun Honeymoon
And bring no book, for this one day We’ll give to idleness. –from William Wordsworth’s, ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House… Day 2: A drapery whoosh woke me from a flying dream. Bathed in burnished gold light, I stretched, cat-like. Inhaling deeply, my nostrils quivered with the aroma of fresh coffee from…
dVerse — MTB — kaleidoscope of silliness
image link jam balazza shrimpies go nancing in wampsies of the ketcher as gween-now-tan niblets jump from feels to steamy weds need nawtbut sowse bred jumbos dreep deep bled destemmed sleep splayed prey for air christal reign wile pooderfluff with risers puff in big iron muff need nawtbut kreeem squired geomets swimming currents dive somersaults…
Shay’s Word Garden Word List #8 (Russell Edson) & dVerse OLN
Hey Diddle Diddle Your smooth thumb circles the electric pink scar, a constellation, one star from silver spoons ago, when the cow grew tusks. We’d nibbled gingerbread, discussing vicarious ghosts of dishes; broken imitations. It made me burst in dizzy. I envisioned your autopsy. The hatchet grazed you. The look in your eyes now is…
dVerse — Poetics — Follow the Crumbs
My empty gut in echoed hunger rests in burgers dripping with grease; recall the pangs of when much younger. The crumbs always lead me back home with dry white toast and margarine, big orange blocks of surplus cheese, macaroni, and mushy green beans. The crumbs always lead me back home. German Chocolate cake from a…
dVerse — Quadrille Monday #143 — Breathe
Rising, skeleton grey against white winter weak bulb, appetites spring. Memory’s green sprouting raiment soon-kept promise – songs on birdwing. To blue drowns, tickles toes and sands as tired bellies flop jumbo towels. Then orange, now brown clowns skip; seasonal powders circled; muse’ fragrant palettes. top image: “Four Seasons,” by Yvonne You De Jackson (aka…
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