“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…
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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…
dVerse — Q207 — Spun
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,”…
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…
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