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…
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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…
dVerse — quadrille 110 — real good for free
Real good for free slipping out of k-count silk into carrie bradshaw blahniks, now clicking down fifth avenue. there — a busker bum with a clarinet. now jaywalking, she stands near enough to smell the cooking high notes. stunned, brimming with props, lunch at the carlton can wait My title and poem…
dVerse — quadrille — Gethsemane’s Check
Labyrinth in Grand Rapids, MI. Photo taken August 5, 2020. Gethsemane’s Check A large carved brick disc is plopped in the center of a near-urban churches’ garden. Chartre-styled snakes undulate with purple petunias at midday to wind chimes. Highway noises call like trapped surf in machined shells, far from the sea. Only ants walk…
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