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’…
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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…
dVerse — Quadrille Monday 135 — Monster Truck
Monster truck thumpin’groovin’ down the road.Rock and rollin’ treadson a raised frame strikesdread to warm-blooded crossers – soon dead. Suicide butterflies litter its gut-spatteredchrome grill; bits fill the tarvey.Smooshed squirrel crow bait waits; caws echo in its wake. image: “Monster Truck Grave Digger 1,” by Jeelan Clark De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s…
dVerse — quadrille 133 — Prayer to the Unworthy
Our time to stand and act is now as welcome is receding… En masse, to be receptive to reformation’s possibility. Gaia gave us her perfect garden and we’ve turned it into a dump. Please! Beg her to turn our hearts now to manifested love. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. I say: Your…
dVerse — Quadrille 132 — Anystream
Willow-draped trickleswear wet green strands, fluttering naiad’s locks tickling shaded pale fish bellies. Ordinary magical stream meanders; along its obscurest banks gnomes and bullfrogs picnic and play checkers; where butterflies and birdstraverse undergrowth tosip in mid-July’s droughtand thirsty violets tiptoe. I went looking for a nice image to fit the poem but decided to…
dVerse — 10-year anniversary week — Quadrille 131 — jukin on down the line
When Mama had parties to whirl, she left us at Auntie’s.Didn’t she know Auntie had her own house jukes then?Where were their steady, hard-working, non-drinking men?Gramma and Grampa raised that platter way back when;self-serving dances that taint through the generations. top image: Wurlitzer Model 700 We are celebrating the 10-year anniversary of dVerse, aka…
