I’m a hungry foot soldier,part of an army of warmongers.Leaderlessclan wiggle stepsany terrain with trees.Inches, feet, yards, mileswe march. Our pasty belliesgrowl until we find our leafy prey.Rippling ribbons of black squirmred stripes say we mean harmtasting bad our lucky charmendless search & destroy.Hair telegraph signalssay a sapling snackwe’re on attackswarming likesharks we chew it…
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dVerse — Prosery — Calling All Humans
“So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.” by William Blake, from, SONGS OF INNOCENCE (1789) “Mars Attacks!,” images of glittery spheres encompassing Earth’s atmosphere arrayed themselves on every screen. Suddenly the petty grievances between individuals and nations disintegrated. A thrum of voices registered on the Richter scale. Fear rippled through most,…
dVerse — MTB — Dancing Dead
she reads the last few pages of the book,a tale of high adventure ev’ry page,vicarious indulgence, what it took;done to distract her thinking from its rageexciting tales of bravery and hopewhere villains die and heroes conquer allno need to weep and in the darkness gropeeat, drink, be merry, maskless for the ballwe’re dancing dead…
dVerse — Poetics — Unraveled
“The trees are mad silhouettes against the rouge pink sky; perhaps they too need emptying.” – by Sanaa Rivzi, from, “A pocketful of maybes” Winter trees were madness, webbed silhouettes, gaining grey sky; compelled, relieved a keened need for empty… Pulled out through every hole in the head, crystal-silk threads now fill still, glittered heaven….
dVerse — Quadrille Monday 135 — Monster Truck
Monster truck thumpin’groovin’ down the road.Rock and rollin’ treadson a raised frame strikesdread to warm-blooded crossers – soon dead. Suicide butterflies litter its gut-spatteredchrome grill; bits fill the tarvey.Smooshed squirrel crow bait waits; caws echo in its wake. image: “Monster Truck Grave Digger 1,” by Jeelan Clark De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s…
dVerse — OLN 299 — Fall Out
In the Rain, by Vincent Van Gogh (1882) We call it fall above all because of the leaves leaving the trees; Yet also because the temperature leaves what are now the eighties. Most of all it’s because we fall out of love with summer sun’s radioactive please. Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Open Link…
dVerse — (Oral) Poetics — Rain Man
Ingrid is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Ingrid says:Begin to compose a poem without putting pen to paper: you can say the words in your head, or repeat them out loud. Record them, if you wish, as an aid to memory. Try to complete the poem as far as possible without writing it down. Think…
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