Spun Sticky drops of spin spin centrifuge of deceit distilled to juju toxins; cut, powdered, pressed, pilled pushed through professional pads dealt on dark nets. Mirages, tasty pumped placebos, candyflossing brains with webs, while mad rulers fiddle us dizzy stuck shells, scrambled scribes of tell. OO OO OO OO OO Top image, “The Candyfloss Sky,”…
Category: quadrille
dVerse — Q206 — Royal Sisterhood
Royal Sisterhood In aerial mines of manna, probosces probe goldenrod profusion. Humming along fencelines, tigered she-workers, suspent by unstained glass wings, harvest nuggets in baskets; after, on repeat, they bend for home. When cooling breeze calls tired sisters, beelines converge en route to their royal abode. “Bee and Goldenrod” photo by Ted I am today’s…
dVerse — Q205 — Quadrille to Sulfur Cosmos
Sulfur cosmos, bright constellationed suns, call to bees’, butterflies’, hums’ of hunger to slake on pollenous, nectared sums.They give, even through rainstorms, until their now-husked offers have no more. Spent, sparse, dark brown spikes callme, beg to be jarred until spring church. De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants…
dVerse — Q203 — music for today
Freshwater crabs? Who knew? Thirteen-hundred known species sidle tropic and sub-tropic habitats. Unlike marine crabs, their larval stage passes inside of the egg. They hatch as juveniles, under maternal care. Endemic means risk for them. clicking castanets, pooled among nymph and minnow, oblivious, play Pom Pom Crab image link Merril is today’s host for dVerse’…
dVerse — Q203 — Amanita Dream
Amanita Dream Figment is as figment does.So what does a figment do?It’s nil to you as first it dreamsto fit inside haiku. Then it seemsits vapor grows until it fills a room.So pungent as you breathe it inthis mind-bending mushroom. top image: “Amanita Mushrooms,” by Christine Marshall Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday….
dVerse Q202 — dark reigns right
dark reigns right when gleam has been too bright for too long,and, seeped with sight, tired eyes wear out;as dusk begins to fall, relief begins to bloom,until harsh of orange sunset flees the room;where dark reigns right in vision’s dear gloom top image, “Creepy Eyeball,” by Edward Fielding Punam is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…
dVerse — Q201 — Noneday
Noneday Do you know sacred place in sevensie’s space? A time of no-time? When calendars flee? Breath, unfettered, appreciates all, exists between, within Noneday, all dwells without names, only senses attuned, communed. In wordless apprehension, music of wind travels skin sings stories scent of cinnamon. Note: The word Noneday came to me today when I…
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