Category: dVerse
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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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18 March: dVerse Prosery
And in the end,” she said… It’s my eleventh year, far from home, but oddly, I’m at home here—twilight in the garden, the sky open wide to a single star. It’s summer; I often sleep on the porch, and she says, “It’s not what we may be, it’s what we are.” …
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25.2 dVerse Indigo
Knolling Indigo Indigo blueit fills the twilight scene,Spills inky songs in a secret tongue andWarmsso soft with it tints serene. Indigo blueswept from depths of wonder lies, So truethis blue that colours my dreams Sanctuary lies in your indigo eyes Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille Monday (Quadrille: 44-words sans title, include the prompt word “indigo”). Some artwork is created…
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27 Nov: dVerse Quadrille
Upstream Couplet A shimmering silverhas held me on the footbridge. Chalk-clear streamweaves the smooth stones, while sunlight filtersthrough summery leaf. It’s liquid silver.Its speckled flanks. A trout swims against the flow,its tail flicks against the stream’s pushwith graceful weight. Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille 213 “with” (44-words sans title). Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is…
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13 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Feeling Poorly … should draw loved-ones together,like what a bowl of Doritos does sitting there on the table. He’s back in hospital, our Mike, his failing immune systemthat makes him susceptibleto sneezes in the next county,but the doc says, No worries. He’s okay. Written for PAD (Poem-a-Day) Challenge, Day 12 Two-for-Tuesday (feeling better and/or feeling worse) and dVerse Poets…
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6 Nov: dVerse Prosery
Paper Trail Somewhere out of the ninth month, midnight came on me suddenly as the first of January. I had lost three months to emails and copious (mostly illegible) notes of maybe-there’s-a-poem-in-this, and to-do/shopping lists, blog comments wanting attention, dozens of daily mail shots from the postman for funeral homes, assisted living, stair lifts, vitamins…
