Surveying cool grey slate, Shapes form, then colors Rainbowed characters drawn Shade shift, flavors pique Sensory extravaganza But only in our minds What is is a unidimensional Flat map of what could be How do we inflate the dream Into three dimensions? Winds, planets, satellites Water pools, veins, capillaries Mountains, valleys, caves The greenleafs and…
Category: dverse
dVerse — Merfolk — Ondine
He found her floundering in his net, which was empty until then. Lost troubled face; confused and spent. Docked at the empty cottage where his mother lived before; he gave her baggy clothes to wear. Off to the village to see Annie, he didn’t see her bury something in the garden. She sang, the fish…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #140 and dVerse OLN — Let Us Purr
Incensed at incest from 5 to 10 Perturbed by a pounding at nine for refusing a kiss Ballastic over being “bitch!’ed” at random rambunctiousness to shut up and shut down Pissed off at being punched for disagreeing — the night before his mother came to visit Displeased at being drenched with water for trying to…
dVerse — imagism — Lookin Out My Back Door
Tall bushy green hair tops over thick black poles, Standing, ‘fro touching ‘fro, as a living gateway to a field that is somewhere between fresh cut and gone to seed. The welcome mat is wide for the feet of grazing deer at dusk, frisky rabbits, and the occasional whooshing wings of a hawk. Green…
dVerse — Rest in the Peace of the Meadow
Love Poem, by Audre Lorde Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make sky flow honey out of my hips rigid as mountains spread over a valley carved out by the mouth of rain. And I knew when I entered her I was high wind in her forests hollow fingers whispering sound honey…
dVerse — prosery 14 — The Inperturbable Street
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street. –Gwendolyn Brooks A pair of mourning doves wheels away, startled when the keychain lands near them. “Don’t be a child. You have custody of Merlot,” Gillian says. Harold had never hated himself as much as he did right now. Why had he ignored the red…
dVerse — villanelle — Green Disease
We should control our avarice It matters not if kith nor kin It makes our souls cadaverous Our urge to win is sick, scabrous, Where matricide isn’t a sin We can’t control our avarice Our Mother’s become cancerous We can’t tell her bone from her skin It makes our souls cadaverous Our eyes gulp down…
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