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…
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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…
dVerse — Q216 — Can you guess who I am?
Can you guess who I am? Hints: Matte, sparkled with prism upon flat or contoured terrain; edged by windsways, pert chirps, your grateful eyes under unshrouded bright.Wavy, opaque cylinders drip away gentle rhythm to my welcome cameo that dispels shivery moodsgloom fleesmakes wayto feel, re-embracehope. Michelle Beauchamp, aka Mish, is today’s host of…
dVerse — Q215 — Return
Return How you lift in arctic winds, feathers reached, flit from limb, then furl in compact chassis. A-rested cling, bob and peck silky blacks; bill-mashed oil fires your engines. Bright chirps sound against bleached, drab winter canvas, promises from forebears, carrying on, returning through seasons. My mom always believed that cardinals sighted were those who…
FFF 56 (was dVerse — Q189 — Rouse Simmons) repost, update, synchronicity
November 23 in 1912, she, a schoonerbearing 5500 Christmas trees, was boundwest, across Lake Michigan for Chicago.Blizzard said no but lumber skipper said go.She foundered at Two Rivers; all sailors lost. November nights, when moon is bright, her ghost yet sails. [44 words] top image link Learn more about Rouse Simmons here. De Jackson (aka…
dVerse Q214 — Buffet
BuffettOur first date:you, egg foo yung;I, bang bang shrimp.Our palates different,yet we merried well.We bathed in bananasplits; yet can lifebe one big dessert?We buffeted until best used by; nothingleft but the tumsand some toothpicks. Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Punam would like us to write a 44-word poem using the word, bang.
dVerse Q213 — A Prayer
A PrayerBefore looking outdoorsI reach for sun glasseswith which to enlivenstick webs, brown scrub,and grey. To say it will be a Mr. Rogers Day.A season of now, wherewe, within the all of it,smile and say, “Howdy,Neighbor.” Amen. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, back after a very enjoyable few weeks off. Today’s prompt…
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