dVerse Q169 — I Believe

Sculpture of Tinker Bell by Diarmuid Byron O’Connor, photo by Patrick Steele Moon’s zenith casts its limelight on her landing amongst field stubble. In wonder at her tiny flowing form, realize Tinker Bell is not Barrie’s figment, but sprung from stars. She flutters over, chimes, “May I have some hot tea? Space is so very…

dVerse — Q168 — Winter Tears

Red plume finery cannot deflect; Angel pink dips cannot stem; White sheet bark cannot turn, nor wood smoke drift to gone, today’s cursed canvas of gloom. Its stench cannot be washed off. Ice crystal tears weep in dismay. Until sun sword slices to blue. Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish says: Write…

dVerse — Q44 167 — Artiste

She hurls paint at life, bold, gloppy oranges and reds, hoping it dries before diluting rains wash it down the drain. She hurls paint at death splatters of purple and brown, royalty and decay. The way of things won’t have it any other way. top image:  “The Third Hand” by Hans Hofmann. De Jackson (aka…

dVerse — Quadrille 166 — “Candy, baby!”

Apple-cheeked, she crunches leaves;her feet map their way to crystal falls. I breathe in; her honey-sweetness is sin. “Candy, baby!” She turns; her lashes bow assent.She minuses shirt, shorts, bootsand says, “Let’s jump in!” Trees whisper over sugared sighs. Directly inspired by Iggy Pop’s song, “Candy.” Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday.  Mish…

dVerse — Quadrille 165 — Our Living Dream

Warm colors your smile under blue twinkles. Summer-dreamed lane, shrubs in hula leaf skirts beneath green canopy; hands braille the way. We walk fragrant zones, from humus to spruce; inhale transcendent scent of rose, carried soft as bunny fur, along this, our living dream. top image:  “Roses along the path.” by geopsych I am today’s…

dVerse — Quadrille 164 — Through

parakeet in flight, photo by Arunachala Colors glide in green and blue, flashing red, orange, yellow hues indigos, violets elemental dance wings and fins navigate through. Whether feathers in cloud-mist breeze or wet fin wiggles in prism seas each adjusts, motility’s must, comporting themselves with ease; flocking, schooling, living rainbows. colorful fish at Monterey Aquarium,…

dVerse — Quadrille Monday 163 — Happy Halloween

It’s Monday morning and Halloween. You’ve called in sick and we’ve slept in. Rolled in blankets, warm pink links, muffled crows call through the walls wordless candycorns heralding day. Kitchen-bound, terry-robed, I scare us up scrambled eggs; sourdough toast to go with fresh-made cuppajoe. top image link De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host for…