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…
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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,…
dVerse — quadrille — Evening’s Cocoon
Evening’s Cocoon Jack’s huffs invade uncaulked cracks.His heat-seeking wisps tickle myuncovered cheeks and snake down tobare ankles and slipper-froze tater-tot toes. I, winter butterfly, weave evening’s cocoon.Softest flannel sheets, under thin cottonblankets, under a satin comforter gleams warm under October’s moon. pxfuel image link Merril is today’s host of dVerse. Merril says:Use blanket as…
dVerse — quadrille 111– Secrets of the butterflies
While I was flitting by one day upon a gentle breeze,I eavesdropped when a butterfly told secrets to the bees:A magic nectar rests in deepest bells of lilies blue,and if you sip just one small bit your fondest dreams come true. * * * Kim from North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse. Kim says:This…
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