dVerse — Quadrille 150 — Final Farewell

image link Her living lingered, her funeral brief; children scattered, peers long gone home. Ghosts’ welcomes await her release from the bronze urn. She’s sprinkled along Spring thunderstorm’s wake, towards the lake. April sun’s comfort warms as it dries; her chalky residue remains, her final farewell. De Jackson, aka whimsygizmo, is today’s host for dVerse’…

Easter 2022 Haiku

old woman asleepsmiles, warm in the sunlightdreaming of May dance

My first car

Recently Max at Power Pop… posted about his first car and asked others what their first car was.   I talked about the Chevy Impala my dad bought me and the big engine it had (a 454 I think it was, spoken as a non-mechanic) and how I used to love challenging others at traffic…

TSM 203 — Now Shattered Glass

“Reflection” by G-Crew When the wind has gone, when the sun is bright I see your dear face, your smile in repose; brief, shining moment where love’s bond encodes. Today’s frame pauses, reflective abode. I’m still a child; you, a tender parent. You rock me, singing lullaby, voice true, forever imprint vessel I cling to,…

off to visit grandbaby!

Dale Chihuly assemblage hanging in part of Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park. photo taken 2/26/22 Heading over to see my darling grandbaby in a few minutes.  She is able to stand without holding onto anything now.  She will be a year old next month.  Can you believe it’s been almost a year since she was…

dVerse — MTB — Kwansaba Praise Poem

left to right:  grandma at age 72; grandma holding my younger son; grandma holding me as a baby; grandma and grandpa one Christmas. To Grandma Her name means little free man. A little woman, she was not free, in tether to home, ills, and pills; yet clan flocked to her oasis for coffee, cards, laughs;…

dVerse – Quadrille Monday #142 – Falling

Falling Tinsel flutters among sun baublesslicing wounds upon the dead, yetlost in his head he wanders, blind. Son’s bittersweet meanderingslikewise cling to bright marblesin half-sunk goo of clotted blood. Trapped in the present’s purgatorya son leaves; a man dies alone.   I watched the 2020 film, “Falling,” which is written, directed, produced and starring Viggo…