Moon Never Boos Moon never boos night;two partners who share. Night is jealous of sun’shalf-time of blue sphere. Shadow sneaks into dayas things turn and sway, moving to light’s rhythm,slow-motion choreograph. Sun rings mates to flickertwinkling night, water, bright,perpetual balancing game. De (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De would like us…
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dVerse Q231 – One Voice
One Voice Mentation works overmuchto grasp how foul memeticsdaft chiseler has strewnto infect our bloodshot world.How, with rancid spell unleashed,may we now contain it, to castwhere deep, iron-encased,unspeakable things dwell?Let us raise our voice,one song, in light. De, aka whimsygizmo, is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De would like us to write a 44-word…
dVerse Q230 – Comes Now a Rumpus
Comes Now a RumpusComes now a rumpuspinned on no compasssound brass trumpetsdispel fear from us.Gathered alumnusprepare in onenessas crucible of fundushath made toughness.Resolve, cuprous cutlass’,survey bulbous buttress’;we steel-smelted puppetsshall refuse interruptuswill forge new twas thus. I have this live album. Bought it after hearing them at our Irish (and Celtic) Music Festival many moons ago. …
dVerse — Q229 — August Ablaze
August Ablaze Field jabbered with color, texture of a thousand cups; workers transport pollen to hives, nests, nightly rests. Dark, juicy clusters wait along borders, on fences; opportunistic vines climb, others bellicose spreaders who exact blood tolls. August in Michigan, ~ ~ ~ ablaze ~ ~ ~ with an unfiltered, purposeful sun. De is today’s…
dVerse – Q228 –Fishcake Promise, aka Fishy Promise
image link Fishcake Promise aka Fishy PromiseYou promised me fishcakes with tartar sauce,splashes of lemon and malt,potatoes and brussel sproutsroasted with garlic and dill.Headed home,I stopped at dessertery,mouth-watering at sugared air.Home: you weren’t there,except for your lingeringwrong smell of certain deceit. Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish wants us to write a…
dVerse Q227 — Turntable Relief
Turntable relief, better than any pill, powder, brew.Back when, as a child, I knew, as I droppedthe needle on Prokofiev, Moptops, Ricky Nelson.Aural medicine that neutralized, alchemized toxinsingested through all of my senses, leaving a wakeof distracted, healing waves. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Today I ask you to write a poem…
dVerse Q 222 — What’s the Matter Here?
What’s the Matter Here?a child cowerson steps of brownstoneperson standsknuckles purplingofficer arriveshand at her waist“an altercation?”“no, officer. a differenceof opinion.”“between who?”“myself anda gentlemanwho ran.”“about what?”“he thought he had a right,and I didn’t.” top image link Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Punam says:write a 44-word poem using some form of the word alter.
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