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…
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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…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — soup can
Andy Warhol uses a tomato soup can to show how fame can be condensed into fifteen minutes but create memories that take on a lifetime for a star; yet they are mostly a throwaway for the rest of the sky. To me Campbell’s soup cans’ innards served as dinner sauce bases for tired grandparents and…
dVerse — Quadrille 162 (2) — Eye Heart Redbud
Heart-shaped leavesof redbud treeare silent bells; lulls,contradiction’s frenziedharvest’s winding down,in autumn’s gustswet from summer’s growing distant end.Too far either way until lavender clusters play.Eyes turn to still-greengrass, cushion for stark, life-seized portendof winter’s monotony. 2nd offering for this prompt Kim is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Kim says:Today I’d like you to take…
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