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…
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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…
dVerse Q 211 — ponies pathos
“Circus Ponies in Charcoal,” by blaisedrew62 ponies pathoselection day descends upon usspirit continues of Halloweencandidates rev and mock uspandering to dreams with liesflimsy carry-through on promisebeholden to their special interestsseeking shred of salving solacecrumbs of beneficence to gleanfrom shamprance of ponies’ pathos This is a quadrille, but also a Magic 9 form poem that Grace…
dVerse Q210 – Winds of Arete
Winds of AreteWhat is it about white,its exertion of mightthrough tireless fightto strip honor and lightfrom others of the rightto unfurl wings to flight?Drums beat the daypulse for old-new waystravels on winds of arete.We will be heard. I’m reading Tommy Orange’s book, “There There” right now and feel it is a vital and important piece…
dVerse – Q208 (2nd one) — Succumbed
SuccumbedVelvet cape whooshes, silk soft in shadowsAs evening’s cricket choir abruptly codas.Moon slithers, ambivalent, behind clouds.Pulse of innocence quickens with her steps.Irresistible aroma of sweat and fear goads myRavenous appetite, compels my predation.Evermore I succumb to soul-stealing ways. Dora is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Vampire is the word to use for the quadrille…
dVerse — Q208 — By Pale Screen Light
By Pale Screen LightIn days of oldfrom neck was drained,sucked from punctures,to pale, hungry undeath.In flush refrain, nowfantasy, foddered myth.Yet modern vampires still exist.We stare into their pixelled eyes, minds jammedthrough cable and wifi,keyboarding evermore into drooling golems. Image link Dora is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. In celebration of Dora’s daughter’s novel being…
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