Matters not hue nor contour, when winter’s crystal flies and frosts the trees birds’ feathers shiver large to puff into warm coat fluff. Arranged in tacit, ordered array, clawed stoics cling to chill branches until called to trapeze feeders atwist in arctic breeze. Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Merril says: Use shiver–or…
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dVerse — Quadrille Monday #143 — Breathe
Rising, skeleton grey against white winter weak bulb, appetites spring. Memory’s green sprouting raiment soon-kept promise – songs on birdwing. To blue drowns, tickles toes and sands as tired bellies flop jumbo towels. Then orange, now brown clowns skip; seasonal powders circled; muse’ fragrant palettes. top image: “Four Seasons,” by Yvonne You De Jackson (aka…
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…
dVerse — Quadrille Monday 2nd entry — Mother’s Gift
Mother’s birthday gift,a planted sapling you, the front yard ash, grewold with me. A weathered,tuckered man, limbs drooping, I was laid to restbeside you underyour open arms. Now we share rollingseasons in silent comfort,as fond companions do. Ash tree image link Sarah is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Today’s word is “ash” and…
dVerse — Quadrille Monday — One Blessed Night
Hunter Moon, stark orb in silent stage,lights a way lost by day, to folly’s repose.Stone wiggled loose, a puff of dust,candle bright as shadows sway. Intoned promises, from ashes you spark to life.Dark price paid for this one blessed night. Image was taken last year at Felt Mansion. Sarah is today’s host of dVerse’…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Stone
Mottled oval submerged near lake shorewinks at me through twinkling ripples.I take my shoes and socks off. Ooh!Ice water curls my toes; wets my cuffs. She humsas she warmsin my palm. Stone drowses on the windowsill with the cats. image link of Petoskey Stone at Lake Michigan here De (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host for…
dVerse Quadrille Monday 136 – Early Morning Transport
Some quiet clockwork morningsair crunches, birds still slumber;cats furry donuts in fleece bedswhen anachronistic stage is set;triggers from percolator poemstransport with each sip, to whenlips lingered over lips together,steam wisps and easy smilescozy-niched into our forever. image: “Morning Coffee,” by Khalid Saqr Linda is today’s host for dVerse’. Linda says:Hello Everyone and Welcome to…
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