parakeet in flight, photo by Arunachala Colors glide in green and blue, flashing red, orange, yellow hues indigos, violets elemental dance wings and fins navigate through. Whether feathers in cloud-mist breeze or wet fin wiggles in prism seas each adjusts, motility’s must, comporting themselves with ease; flocking, schooling, living rainbows. colorful fish at Monterey Aquarium,…
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dVerse — Quadrille Monday 163 — Happy Halloween
It’s Monday morning and Halloween. You’ve called in sick and we’ve slept in. Rolled in blankets, warm pink links, muffled crows call through the walls wordless candycorns heralding day. Kitchen-bound, terry-robed, I scare us up scrambled eggs; sourdough toast to go with fresh-made cuppajoe. top image link De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host for…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — soup can
Andy Warhol uses a tomato soup can to show how fame can be condensed into fifteen minutes but create memories that take on a lifetime for a star; yet they are mostly a throwaway for the rest of the sky. To me Campbell’s soup cans’ innards served as dinner sauce bases for tired grandparents and…
dVerse — Quadrille 162 (2) — Eye Heart Redbud
Heart-shaped leavesof redbud treeare silent bells; lulls,contradiction’s frenziedharvest’s winding down,in autumn’s gustswet from summer’s growing distant end.Too far either way until lavender clusters play.Eyes turn to still-greengrass, cushion for stark, life-seized portendof winter’s monotony. 2nd offering for this prompt Kim is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Kim says:Today I’d like you to take…
dVerse — Quadrille 162 — bells are ringing
French Dress 1871 Bell is a portal. Walking through, when I think “bell”I get caught up in pink Frenchsilk with frills, creamy skin,and heady perfume. Another cache’s trigger pulled,I giggle, after nearly fifty years,while watching SNL’s skit,“We need more cowbell!” Kim is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Kim says:Today I’d like you to take…
dVerse — Quadrille 161 — Monster
Tracks tell our tales, bits, clues of worlds, endless intersects, maps through time; fossilized, covered, interred crimes unearthed, stinking, weepy confessions nobody wants to hear. Yet, in ink’s cloy one’s morbid shadow peers, an uncalled lurid alliance never dared spoken for amygdalic animal fear. top image link Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. …
dVerse — Quadrille 160 — to a better place
We fair fringe, found.You invite us to sit,to listen to talesof your faraway, homewhere all are one,where superfluous bodiesare given in serviceto gods like you.Departure day we sitknee to knee, selfless circle,sipping farewell punch. top image: APOD: 2004 October 3 – Comet Hale Bopp and the North America Nebula De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host…
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