grey skies seep black black silhouettes silhouettes of of rippling dark grey skin, red eyes eyes that see all all color drained drained from your soul when you hurt her her of black skin skin shining warm warm morning sun her smile died then then she knew why why you killed it it gave…
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dVerse — quadrille — fortress
Grey skies, leaking rain intruding wind through gaps in north’s stone wall. Returning promise Wistful eyeball peers through, remembers a blue velvet box. Ears imagine a withered heart whimpering, kept guileless faith Wind’s moans accuse Turning away, stumbling rose petals crushed under his heels. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is…
dVerse — OLN and OctPoWriMo2019 Day 31 — Epitaphs
I decided to go against the prompt for OctPoWriMo and chose to write a few epitaphs for dVerse. Linda is today’s host of dVerse‘ Open Link Night (OLN). Linda says: I am looking forward to some lovely, wicked and delightful poems- your choice. Morgan Dragonwillow (and her inspirational co-hosts, Punam, Maria,…
dVerse — story poem in senses — Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Mist of Aqua-Net Passion by Elizabeth Taylor 24-hour powdered Ban “Ground floor, miss?” Click click click street sizzles creaking door click click click echoes deepen dank air leather hair crème dum dum dum dum dum dum trap drum sisssss boooom sisssss la la la la la! Cheers! Applause! Leather rubbing leather warm bodies thick air…
dVerse — prosery 5 — All Hallow’s Eve
On one of the few warm and sunny days left of autumn, we decided to ride our bikes along the new stretch of bike trail. The land had been donated by the local chemical company. Where yellow “no trespassing” signs proliferated before was now accessible by all. The woodland trail was full of gentle slopes…
dVerse — two polyptotonic poems
The first one sounds more like a tongue twister than anything. Monty the Mountaineer Monty, a mountainous mountaineer, Mounted a gold-seeking expedition for the mountains. In the planning, Supplies mounted and Monty moaned at the mounting costs. Not known as being a mountebank, Monty nonetheless Mounted the mounting costs with a Go Fund Me…
dVerse — The Question as Poetry — Where can a blind man live who is pursued by bees?
Sprung squalling from red gore Starved of mother’s milk Tilted with shadow Clawing for life Unaccompanied * No echoes nor music Sliced by briars Tattered trek Storm-colored glasses Lightning blasted * Tap-tap-tap Fertility flailed Sterility prevailed Eden plowed Soft white hands * Wilderness of bees Callous calculations Stumbled careless Lulling hum – imprinted…
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