dVerse — quadrille — Guess what I am

  Guess what I am Silly: makes toddlers laugh bats its eyelashes at somberness climbs into Terry Gilliam’s open skull sits on the window ledge and swings its legs scrunches your face when I tickle you dances in sunlight with bullfrogs plays badminton blindfolded creates Fierce Creatures whistles out-of-tune   clip from “Fierce Creatures”  …

dVerse — Lake Michigan between Ludington and Manistee, MI, USA

These photos were taken on one day in July 2013 at Lake Michigan. Bob and I had driven his motor home north, heading towards Ludington. I was the map captain, and I noticed a small park not too far north, between Ludington and Manistee. We followed the map and discovered a perfect little park. Set…

dVerse — haibun –Basho

Friends and celebrated poets Li Po (Li Bai) and Tu Fu (Du Fu) lived in the seven-hundreds. They sipped wine together and toasted the moon in bamboo groves. Almost a thousand years later, Basho became a poet of his time. Basho published under different names, including one that meant “green peach” as a sign of…

dVerse — Book Poem #1

Adjustment Day arrives for the assembled Tarantula – A Million Little Pieces with Burnt Tongues making Tracks. Traveling Light, In the Skin of a Lion, Backward Down the Path, Fugitives and Refugees — Keep Going…   Bjorn Rudberg is today’s host of dVerse.  Bjorn says: Go through your collection on books, and note the titles….

dVerse — furbaby — Chauncey

Whirling dervish and unbearable jumping greeter when visitors came to call, he made it clear he was unbearably glad to see you and ignoring him was impossible. He would return to his place at my or Bob’s feet as our irreplaceable silent forever. I remember him in the yard, walking amongst the chickens, playing chase….

dVerse — quadrille #102 — Tapestry

Tapestry Fuzzy crimson splotches Warped blossoms Viral entanglements Crude pills on the weft Tactile levity severed Too many hanging threads Dangling dust magnets I need a good shake Laid on the line Chill breeze Tightening my weave Beaten with purpose Until my surface is flush   Mish is today’s host for dVerse.  Mish says: Pen…

Dotty Dear dVerse OLN

Dotty Dear Her thin white hairs Float in the air, Stick to my clothes, Go up my nose – They’re everywhere! Cat on my chest, Her own bequest; Claws say I’m hers; So do her purrs – Food is her quest.   Lillian is today’s host of dVerse today, for Open Link Night.