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…

dVerse — quadrille 116 — The Ten Thousand Things

Each atom, mote of possibility;synthesized, chargedpuzzle pieceswithin metaphysical context; aspects ofa time-space-dimensional continuum, simultaneously borning and graving, in perpetuity. I’m a daisy,a tree,a cloudburst,an ocean. I’m a song, a laugh,a scream, an idea. I’m sentient dust.   image link here Learn more about the 10,000 things here. De Jackson is today’s host of dVerse’ quadrille…

dVerse — quadrille 114 — Cloudfish

Rise to the surfacefrom deep blue each breath a lighter hue Patchwork of cloudsmeshed together,one hand lifts us up. A place where we see,formed, yet formless,happiness is a noplace But everyplace to be;blind, yet seeing,all one being.     When I read Lillian’s prompt word over the weekend, I took a moment to take it…

dVerse — quadrille #114– craven magnets

    Brightshine fades to metallic gray.Cell memories leak, then shrinkto shadowed dank under rotting leaves. Winds howl with crystalled regret that haunts goosebumped skinfor its capricious heat-sucking sin. When Sol blasts fall’s curtains awayCells remember and celebrate,Dancing red-orange craven magnets.   image:  detail of “Sower with Setting Sun” by Vincent VanGogh, in Kröller-Müller Museum,…