Don’t Pinch Me In half spoon-curled,nitelight soft-glowed,mattress-warmed,flannel-soothed,vervain-sniffedfluffy clouds I face youreven-breathed,solid presence. Eyelashes droopabove cold nose,waiting; my handrising and fallingon your chest. In timeyou turn to scootch-reachcloser, low-growling. Don’t pinch me if I’m dreaming. Top image link De is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a quadrille (exactly 44 words…
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dVerse — Q192 — Blue’s Pink
“Pink Bayou” by Stacey Strugatz I languish a dark lagoon, trapped in brackish waters, a sand bar desert from love. Gulls glide drafts and laugh at jokes without punchlines. Day fades to new moon tide whispers and laps its way; channel etched by dawn to swim blue’s pink again. Melissa is today’s host for dVerse’…
dVerse — Q191 — snow comes to call
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…
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…
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