Category: dVerse
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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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23 May: dVerse Haibun Memories
Nap Time My head is sideways on the desk. My arm for a pillow. Eyes closed, says the teacher. I hear the school clock. Narrow white noise without a past tense. I watch the minute hand. It hangs still as the day. 1st grade. It’s nap time. The details are gone, but I remember without…
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5 May: A dVerse Quadrille
The Garden The garden is mapped,and nature is undone. Supplanted.Keep this. Hmm. Not that. Tug at the weeds, shiftthe soil and sift the silt. Winter’s rooted dark fadesinto tulips and bleeding hearts, as a skylark’s delicate songunwraps a silken colour seed. A quadrille poem (44 words sans title) for dVerse Poets. AI Digital Artwork is created using…
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12 April: dVerse Prosery
“The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart.” ~ from “Winged Words”, Valsa George You should’ve told me. Your first daughter. Eldest. The one you told, Watch over your little sister. You should’ve told me that you were dying. You should’ve known that I was not a fragile flower. My petals don’t fall…
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22 March: dVerse Quadrille #172
THE SHIFT There was once a time whenyou and I knew each others skin,and we were heavy gravityas we shifted between the sheets.We were never solitary shadows,our breath being so close that weknew not if it was yours or mine. For dVerse Poets quadrille #172, “shift”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems…
