dVerse — quadrille 99 — sunny and sixty-five

Cushioned kitties rhythmic breathe; whiskers stir, testing air; cat-mouse dreams. Robins bicker over worms pulled by the spring equinox moon. Red maple, yellow willow, brown birch buds swell then crack – unfurling flags. Fox squirrels racetrack trees; fevered play; bird feeders hold no luster. De Jackson (aka Whimsygizmo) is today’s dVerse host.  De says: stir…

dVerse — apple — With a little help from my friends*

Like any tree, apples make themselves welcome in a community; they prefer wind, rain, temperateness, hills, and a fair bit of sunshine. Pollinators adore the wispy allure of the fragrant blossoms, who call them in for a sweet powder-nectared blend of nature’s tang; mutual orgasm achieved. Bees, butterflies, and birds stagger through the air, intoxicated,…

dVerse — haibun — War Child

Some say that Mars was the son of Jupiter and Juno, but when Jupiter decided to “usurp the mother function” by giving birth to Minerva directly from his forehead, Juno needed a balancing response. She consulted the Goddess Flora; Flora obtained a magic flower by plucking it ritually, then impregnated Juno by touching her belly….

dVerse — almost a Triolet — The greys and whites of March

The greys and whites of March do cling Where sun’s recede has clouds in fief So jealous of the green of Spring The greys and whites of March do cling Despite wheel’s might of change to bring Where heat and hue will sing relief The greys and whites of March still cling The sun recedes…

dVerse — impermanence — Three Chords and the Truth*

The Carter Family Gatherers and Transmitters Jimmie Rodgers Broadcasting Seeds Bill Monroe Father of Bluegrass Minnie Pearl “Howdy!” Millionairess Hank Williams Troubadour of Broken Hearts Ray Charles The Genius morphed country to soul Patsy Cline Queen who hopped country to pop Brenda Lee Rockabilly, Pop, and country darlin’ Charlie Pride Resonant-Voiced Star who shocked the…

dVerse — quadrille #98 — Trauma’s Onion

Trauma, immortally peeling onion of layered human celluloid misery. Re-runs’ battleground images lose their vividness with each viewing. Marinated liver reeks on my onion skin tempting black eagles’ taloned mandate. Angels with light arrows circle, faces outward, protecting my soul – healing thicker pink.       Mish is today’s for dVerse.  Mish says: Today…