While I was flitting by one day upon a gentle breeze,I eavesdropped when a butterfly told secrets to the bees:A magic nectar rests in deepest bells of lilies blue,and if you sip just one small bit your fondest dreams come true. * * * Kim from North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse. Kim says:This…
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dVerse — erotica — one with two
Words flee as senses stir into sounds, smells, tastes; mingled breaths where streams of sweat join; eyes snap shots as tongues trail, fingertips trace, then grasp and tease; spirit and flesh are one with two. Words flee as sounds soar and then subside to dreamless sleep. Image: The Kiss, by Jos Coufreur…
dVerse — haibun — dunewater
For those of us who live along the western edge of Michigan, the lake is in our back yards. I’ve never lived more than five miles from the lake (for long) as the water pulls me to it. Beyond the water though, the sand dunes act as both a buffer to any weather that comes…
dVerse — verbify — motioning
coffeeing sips early miling fall tomatoing depeppering plants deadheading pinks watering dusts due to hoarding clouds sweating, drained, chickadeed, jaying, unseeded lazying, jungled and joking unhumusing compost unrelaxed incenser Björn is today’s host for dVerse. Björn says: Verbing is a great tool that can also be a tool for imagery and metaphors….
dVerse — Poetics — Night Harvest
Night Harvest Farmer neighbors join hands, bringing in the sheaves under a wheat moon while babies curl in baskets dreaming of milky warm breasts image: “The Harvest Moon,” by Samuel Palmer (1805-1881) Rosemarie Gonzales is today’s host at dVerse. Rosemarie says: Write a poem about or with “wheat” and its possible variations.
dVerse — quadrille 110 — real good for free
Real good for free slipping out of k-count silk into carrie bradshaw blahniks, now clicking down fifth avenue. there — a busker bum with a clarinet. now jaywalking, she stands near enough to smell the cooking high notes. stunned, brimming with props, lunch at the carlton can wait My title and poem…
dVerse — poetics — clowns and waves
The elementary school sat across from the old folks home. Each Halloween, kindergarten through fifth graders paraded in a circuit that went from around the school property, across the street, and past a large plate glass window at the end of the second floor of the seniors’ building. Clowns, princesses, mutant turtles, scissor-hands, rangers,…
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