Category: dVerse
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8 August: dVerse Quadrille “Pop”
The Snap and Pop Like a shapeyou don’t wantcrossing your path at night, real as an ancient tree,a face like a chiseled wall.He’s shadowland. I move to make empty space between us,but I can still hear him, snapping andpopping his chewing gum. A quadrille written for dVerse Poets, the word this week is “Pop”. Quadrille: 44…
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4 August: A Quinzaine Poem
A Quinzaine Poem: 04.07.23 Squirrel sitting on the lawnAre you watching meWatching you Bumblebees at the thistlesAre you still thirstingFor nectar Robin in the tree singingMay I sing with youA duet The garden is marking timeDoes it see its endLike I do Written for Lisa’s Quinzaine: 7.5.3 (1st line statement, 2-3rd question the 1st line) and Ragtag…
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29 July: Smoke and Ash
29.07.23 A Duplex Form A Duplex Poem: Smoke and Ash Windows open. Breeze skimming through the house,a song on the radio, don’t know who’s singing it. Not knowing isn’t not caring. For instancemusic that fills me like this skimming breeze. Music that fills gaps between my heartbeat,that throb in my neck and ears. Or a…
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29 July: A Duplex Poem
190 words, 1 minute reading time The Man In The Waxed Brown Raincoat He is wearing a waxed brown raincoat,and carries a sword wielding its warnings. Warnings smoking across breaking waves,this dying season of ash, birds and bells. The sky is at war, ash and bells tollinglike a defiling serpent of fiery terror. Like some…
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26 July: dVerse Ekphrastic Poetry
The Woman Who Lies with Rocks This woman is terrified of her own sanity.Some days, she thinks she looks likeChurchill’s bulldog, so she dresses in pink because dogs don’t wear pink by choice,and passerbys will smile and think,There goes that lovely woman in pink. But her sanity is a hatchery of anxiety. Sanity makes her…
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24 July: Quadrille #180 Water
When Summer Smiles Blissful, this honeysuckle to the bees,kisses of Nirvana, clustered fruited trees. Hear the sweetness, a skylarks’s sprinkled song,clear as water down a thirsty throat. I’ll plant apple trees, its slant toward the sun,and on the table, rosebuds bending in a vase. Poem form Quadrille: 44 words (sans title) including the word “water”.…
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13 June: dVerse Quadrille “Present”
She Pronounced It “on-wee” I know a woman who doesn’tlive in the present. She fillssentences with fripperies,complains her wearied lifeis glittering emptiness, saysshe suffers arm in arm withfretful boredom. She onceused the word ennui. Goodness, I had to look it up. Written for Lilian’s Quadrille prompt on dVerse Poets. This week’s word to include is…
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31 May: Two dVerse
He Doesn’t Know She Eats These Like Sweets He’s crowing on again,eating chilli peppers –it is a manly thing. Can’t bear it when he’s peacocking. He fishes aroundfor another jalapeño.Pops it in. Chews.Sticks his tongue out. Come on, he says, Eat one.Oh, to fawn girliness, or not! For dVerse Quadrille “pepper” (44-words sans title) and Sarah’s…
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26 May: dVerse Quatern
And Once Again It’s … spring-kissed hills of old perfume, mysongster heart’s light as sky’s own blue.Long whisper tunes through cedar trees,Midas torches our sunset dreams. We stood, painting the vales ofspring-kissed hills, of old perfume, myred rose, sweet rose, my deep red loveof vivid green through shining rain. See the horseman without a horse,the…
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24 May: dVerse Painting
To Be A Wolf To be a wolfLying lean and lock-heartedA blunt scythe that will abandon the moon To be a prowling smileA crescendo’s fangA voice that creases and folds UnapologeticUnamendedUntraceably dry To be a wolf, lost as any whistleTo be a wolf who’ll just slip away Poem inspired by dVerse Poets “Portrait…
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