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.

dVerse Q221 — Arrival

ArrivalEach arrival you push yournull rival away, timing right;call far, bring birdsong;hew dull brown to green;awake asleep; dandelionsnavigate lion winds; puffstessellate landscape tomatch cloud-patched sky.Energized, we frolic, ournetherworld forgotten; youtreasure, Sacred You, Spring! De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De would like us to write a 44-word poem using the…

dVerse Q220 Seed (with update)

SeedKindly gardener frees asfreeze subsides. Warm,unfurled, gives thanks.Once shallow engraved,its green now etches topsoil, a sign life continues after fall. Dry, miniscule,forgotten in an icy sleep,its purpose suspended,put in a packet, shelved,until sold as commodity. 032425:  snow still left at 4:22pm The photo is of a stevia seed that sprouted overnight. Last year we walked…