snow comes to call in bright crystal, grouped singularities, downed by gravity yet light at heart they want to play reddening our bare noses tickling our thirsty tongues sticking and sliding about in piles and underfoot men and angels fashioned in this cold season I used this program to snow the quadrille. Björn is today’s…
Category: quadrille
dVerse — Q190 — Now Ashes
image link Chalk outline-sketchedYellow tape-festoonedRelationship crime sceneFebruary’s dead Valentines Grabbed, slabbed, toe-taggedEvidence room desertForensics team stymiedCold case mystery No bodies claimedMorgue now overflowingHearts in limbo Convoy of hearsesCruise Crematory LanePurge in flame Ashes in the wind. Mish is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish says:write a quadrille (exactly 44 words, minus title) using the…
dVerse — Q189 (2) — Lost in the Mist
Yellowed film spins reel, buoy’s roulette, blinking green, then red, in wind- rattled notes, silent sound through fish-dense mist’s shroud of moonlessness. I, upturned, paste-faced, full starkers, wet-footed, numb red fingertipped, & windbreaker whipped, am waiting. Are “we” flotsam, jetsam, lagan, or finally derelict? [44 words] top image link Note: I have a general idea…
dVerse — Q186 — Angulate(d)
Ori ga me.Fold me as you will;crease my edges,point my corners. Pretty pony?Salt box fortune teller?Dragon? Saint? How shall you bendand turn me? Yet I’m paper,designed for recycleonce binned; or ashif a match set to. top image link for “Blade Runner Unicorn” De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De says:write…
dVerse — Q185 — dream #17
Brushing cobwebs from inkstone as Chang’e urges, dark pools brimming, I transcribe. Dearest Hou Yi, With only dust for company I beg return me your apple cheeks and fearless aim. Please forgive me, Yours only. Sealed with blood and wax, dragon wings toward Tian. top image (woodcut print) “Chang’e Flees to the Moon,” by Tsukioka…
dVerse – Q184 — Smash
life comes with an expiration date.really, what are you waiting for?face it, careful doesn’t cut itwhen days are ticking out.smash your lips into itget them wet, sticky,salty, sweet, warmguzzle the tangbreathe everylast drop of it! top image link De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De says:write a 44-work poem using…
dVerse Q181 — Q x 2
Tall walls and soundproofed ceilings;I wonder why art is caged in hushed,conditioned, dustless air, whether three hundred or a single year old.I sidle and snake my way, along and around Matisse’ traveling exhibit. Hesure knows how to make color pop. When I think pop, I think: Badfinger;a startling punch;…goes the weasel;green, red, and yellow soda;bubble…
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