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…
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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…
dVerse — quadrille 108 — Heatwave
Brush piles rise, sweat’s monuments, home for wrens, now brambled porcupines Fierce greens explode Thirsty lilies droop Lawns languish Cats splay, inert Taunting clouds play with promises Inadequate sprinkles dry by morning Old lungs trapped in cement towers heave in brownouts waiting for evening Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host for…
dVerse — quadrille — Blue and Clouds
Blue seems so far away, yet here I stand, immersed. Seen from a distance; clear, yet felt so murkily within. Clouds, wing-fluffed mystical messengers; cushioned protectors from punishing glare. Blue-clotted canvas smoothed under moving yet constant angel brushes — watery dilutors of woe. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host of…
dVerse — quadrille 105 — Blue Reign
“Blue rain in a blue dream,” by Elena Mosurak Blue Reign My bony knee’s strong, stubborn, crumpling your larynx. I’m Hades’ magnet sucking your qi; your boom’s whimpered. Such dark revelry for me as your life slips away: All Hail Box Crusher. Stupid paralyzed crowd is impotent to blue reign — we kill as…
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