Category: dVerse
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26 Aug: dVerse Quadrille
Tumultus Mus Musculus (44-Word Quadrille) The mice throw a rumpus —wearing tiny top hats,and drinking whiskey from thimbles.They’re spinning a walnut, and waltzing on tables. But —are those cat’s eyesgleaming like diamondsthrough keyholes? Dance on, my darlings.Dawn wants to steal your shoes. Kim invites us at dVerse Poets to write a Quadrille #230 about a “rumpus” Some…
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12 Aug: dVerse Quadrille #229
Last Laugh of a Dandelion That little flower refused to shut up —jabbering of moon-drunk alley cats,tomorrow’s lost socks,and how the dark craves mischieflike a thief craves silvered moonlight.“Hush,” I pleaded, but it only laughed,“I’m a dandelionwho refuses to be a weed.” Soundtrack note: “Some flowers gossip in moonlight, some in mercy — either way,…
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23 July: dVerse Prosery
Equinox She was a daughter of light, yes — but even as a child, she watched the shadows move first. They gathered beneath her bed like cats. Flicked the candles when no wind stirred. Knew her name before she did. She tried to stay loyal to the sun. Woke early. A sunrise child. Let its…
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27 June: A Synesthesia Poem
A quiet space between threads, where what is left unspoken is stitched into the fabric of silence. Restless as a Second Skin (a synesthesia poem) The night isn’t black.It’s the textureof unfinished coffee,the sound of a clockchewing its minutes.Your bones humin the key of static,your nerves taste likealuminum foil.And your thoughts—they are the moon,its light…
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25 June: dVerse Poetics
Kintsugi for the Unfriend We were porcelain once—smooth to the touch,holding the lightlike a shared secret. Then the fracture:a word dropped,a silence grown too heavy,the map of usredrawn in fault lines. Now the gold comes—not to mend,but to make memoriesof what broke. Each lacquered seama testimony:Here is where we held.Here is where we learnedto let…
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24 June: dVerse Haibun
The Forest, Midsummer Dawn (a haibun) The path underfoot unspools like an old spell—threading through oak older than the word amen, older than the sun that still drips dew with sleep. Ferns uncurl at my ankles. Flint glints like forgotten teeth, and a pony stirs in the bracken… her breath steams a weave of mist.…
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19.05.25 dVerse Quadrille
Between Pendulum Swings The house settles into its bones.Floorboards whisper hushto rusted nails that remember.Even the clock’s heartbeatdims to a moth’s last flutter. You, love, are the quietbetween pendulum swings—a pause so deep it forgetshow to return.How to wake. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #244 including the word “quiet“. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and…
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dVerse Quadrille #223
A Soft Breath on the Veil Tangle me gently—between thorn and thread,between the prayerand the thingthat answers. Not every shadowwants to bite. Some wait patientlyto be named,to be known,to be pulledlike a stitchfrom the mouthof a long sleeping god. Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille #223 “Tangle”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as…
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2 May: dVerse First Line Poem
The Trees Are Whispering Your Name “The trees are coming into leafLike something almost being said—” Like the pause before I love you,Like the breath before a sob,Like the way your hands hoveredOver my ribs— Are you sure you want all this light?The trees unfold,Show me their green ink blots:Here’s where she laughed in her…
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22.04: dVerse Quadrille
Frequencies a shift—not silence,but the spacebetween breathand recognition. the air rearranges,atoms in soft agreement,alignment not forcedbut found. chaos:not disorder,but the echoof everythinghappeningall at once—a harmonytoo vastto sing,but feltunder the skin. to alteris to listenuntil the momentbecomes new. Written for dVerse Poets: Quadrille #222 “alter”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such…
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