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…
Category: quadrille
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…
dVerse Q219 — Given, Hoots
Given, HootsHow many:adventuresbottles of boozecloudy daysdreamsexcusesflushesgiven, hootshair tiesincontinence padsjukeboxeskillings, televisionliesmusic, hours ofnovelsorgasmsplantsquestionsraviolisunny daystune-outsunavailable menverseswonders(e)xhumationsyellow flowerszigguratsin one person’s lifetime? De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a 44-word poem using hoot.
dVerse — Q218 — stealing plums
stealing plumsbare feet, warm earthsummer sky sprawlbright moon spills onplums, indigo amongstick-leaf shadows plucked, we run quick on silver pathto dew-drenched hillfall, wet, we shineshined, teeth sinkin, sweet juicy pulp kisses cover our faceslost in indigo top image has been edited from original, found here Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Lillian would…
dVerse Q217 Zing(s)
iStupendous, ama-zingmy eyeballs are gazingat colors of braising bright palette of praisingas white does its phasingout.As crystals are going, spring groundwork is showingabove and belowingwith thawing and glowingwith mudding and growingas water is flowingaround. spring bunny iizing is the thingputs sing in songwrong in rightputs length in longthe bat in eyelashesmorse in dot-dashesputs the cunei…
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