dVerse — Quadrille 124 — The Art of Dying

When you’re born, your life (past Karma) is like a piece of stringwith knots in it and you’ve got to try, before you die, to undo all the knots: but you tie another twenty trying to get one undone.–George Harrison, from “I, Me, Mine,” pages 180-181, talking about his song, “The Art of Dying.”  …

dVerse — Quadrille 122 — Avocadette

  Avocadette, photo taken 022221 Once she was an almost cast-off pit to be tossed into the compost heap.Redeemed on a whim, toothpicked and watered, she sprouted thanks.Inspiring beyond all weathered strife, spider mites, and indoor gloom, she goes on, greening and growing,reaching out for Spring. I have a lot of indoor plants. Most of…

dVerse — Quadrille 121 — Winter’s Embrace

  woodcut image, “Winter Sleep,” by Yumi Kawaguchi,  from DogwoodStudioAlaska Snow embraces treeswho embrace winter aswinter embraces land. Land sleeps, a caveof cold-warm that cradles curled furred dreamers,cryo’ed reptiles, seeds. All seeds sleep. Some feed hearty plumed and scurried, pulsing with life despite inert season.Many wake to Spring bloom. [44 words]   Merril is today’s…

dVerse — Quadrille 120 — My way

My way is sky, silk blue canvas to white fluff and dark currents;sprays of rose herald day, or grey. My way is earth, organic amalgam,coming and going, vehicle for growing. My waymates are this and that, pungent and sweet; I breathe deep. image:  “Where Earth Meets Sky,” by Gina Grundemann I am today’s host for…

dVerse — Quadrille 119 — Undertaker’s Lament

It’s hard to dab her waxen cheeks.Sockets fill with sea; digits tremble.When daffodils last bloomed, her face wore roses. Fresh endorsedfor necromancy that broughtsolace to sobbing left-behinders.“Keeping you safe, daddy,” she’d insisted as she imbued another covid corpse.     Image:  “Funeral” by Dondavid De Jackson is today’s host for dVerse‘ Quadrille Monday.  De says:Write…

dVerse — Quadrille 118 — Poet Pub Sanctuary

Once monolith beaconto gypsies, ruffians,and stone-soup pilferers; Then dusted off to toast frigid winter digits inyellow-warm inglenooks; Yet it rests, comfy within our poet soulsas we cozy up. Blood of their blood,heart of their hearts,our church of words. Looking for inspiration by scrolling through images of Inglenooks, the one at Calder Abbey house caught my…

dVerse — Quadrille 117 — Waltzing with Fractals

What are yeabiding ingredientin fractal mirrors?What secrets fundmental meander?What makes sunrisea cherished friend?Where do souls plug in? And why?How waltz we with amoeba and stars?What stays when passthis bag of bonesbeyond the dust?   top image information:  The repeating patterns in a snowflake are a classic example of beautiful, geometric fractals. Now MIT scientists have…