What is this curiosity we have for winged, scaled worms called dragons? Proof that subterranean vole-bait may transform to soar at-will? Is it their new capriciousness to choose “scorched earth” that attracts? They still sleep in dark wet, for godsakes! Then I spied one… It’s not easily seen in the picture, but the shadow of…
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dVerse — Quadrille Monday — Scuffed
Wound silky thread, row upon row, maker’s bark woven // yet fatefully scuffed; existential shorthand all understand. There remain no untroubled bits. If perchance you see none, know the pulp beneath. Mycellic intraveni creep up from roots; we’re nourished as we return to dust. Yesterday, older son and I took another walk out along The…
dVerse — Quadrille 127 — Seed Bank
I’ve invested seed money,believing in the ABC’s:asters yield deep purple;balloon flowers top charts;cosmos caps capture interest. Incented, content, I sniff,blessed by return kindness.My shareholder butterfly strawglugs from milkweed constellations. Wreaths, bouquets, cinnamon fieldsof carnations — priceless wealth. Today when I dropped off borrowed materials and picked up the new batch, I decided to take…
dVerse — Quadrille 126 — One
I roll morning blinds and see a vista of life ashimmer with Sol’s panoptic egalitarianism. I don’t bother with socks and shoes. Swooping up a cup of hot coffee, I step outside and join the scenery. Soft sighs, one with all, welcomed, refreshed, refashioned. Image: “Landscape,” by Jean Charlot (1898-1979) De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is…
“The Art of Dying,” by George Harrison — dVerse — Q124 — “The Art of Dying,” by George Harrison
When you’re born, your life (past Karma) is like a piece of stringwith knots in it and you’ve got to try, before you die, to undo all the knots: but you tie another twenty trying to get one undone.–George Harrison, from “I, Me, Mine,” pages 180-181, talking about his song, “The Art of Dying.” We…
dVerse — Quadrille 122 — Avocadette
Avocadette, photo taken 022221 Once she was an almost cast-off pit to be tossed into the compost heap.Redeemed on a whim, toothpicked and watered, she sprouted thanks.Inspiring beyond all weathered strife, spider mites, and indoor gloom, she goes on, greening and growing,reaching out for Spring. I have a lot of indoor plants. Most of…
dVerse — Quadrille 121 — Winter’s Embrace
woodcut image, “Winter Sleep,” by Yumi Kawaguchi, from DogwoodStudioAlaska Snow embraces treeswho embrace winter aswinter embraces land. Land sleeps, a caveof cold-warm that cradles curled furred dreamers,cryo’ed reptiles, seeds. All seeds sleep. Some feed hearty plumed and scurried, pulsing with life despite inert season.Many wake to Spring bloom. [44 words] Merril is today’s…
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