This being human is water,blue blankets, morning mists, and waves,green sea foam, slick pools in blae caves,bubbling, then steeping morning tea. Pushed by seasons, pulled by physics,this being human is water.Warm and greeting, cooled receding,ice-stretched hinterlands. Temporals shaping our molecule’s context.Single teardrops and moon-tide swells,this being human is water.We wander from mud to rainbows. We’re…
Category: quatern
dVerse — portrait — amber eyes
Timeless visions fill amber eyes Granddad’s mule found in the gulley Hacked to pieces, jealous neighbor “Coyotes done it.” No charges. Arms held fast; thrusts, ugly grunts Timeless visions fill amber eyes Stripped, pummeled, defiled, threatened ”They had alibis.” No charges. Husband dragged away in handcuffs “She said he broke in and raped her.”…
dVerse — Blaming and Forgiveness
image link Frank is the host of dVerse tonight. Frank says: I found M. Scott Peck’s Further Along the Road Less Traveled in a used bookstore a few weeks ago. It has been a challenge to read. As I understand it Peck describes a spiritual journey we are all on, whether we like it or…
Oblivion
image link A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme. She sinks into oblivion Each instance his name…
