Category Archives: dVerse poems

Hold her carefully, in quiet hands

Posted on August 13, 2018 by

.. This poem is made of cardboard, clouds and clay. She only has a tiny thing ……………….(or two) to say, but she might shout it. She’s all about it – this sunslant, that breeze. She breathes in syllables and sighs; … Continue reading →

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Pocket Storms

Posted on May 21, 2018 by

… I have decided ……………(she thunders) that these last cold drops are mine, …..saved for a sunny day when arched and angry eyebrows know the sky shines quite too bright and I need just one little plop of …………….rain to … Continue reading →

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Profile of a Serial Killer

Posted on May 15, 2018 by

… She gets her kix ……..(turns trix) down on Route 66; picks off the low-lying fruit, loops her fingers through their hair and stares into their ……(life flashes before) eyes before surprising them with the flash of her 38 special … Continue reading →

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Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut

Posted on May 15, 2018 by

..  Moon snickers. She’s got a secret, a milky way of char- stone chewing up this dark sky. She’s all butter -fingers and mounds of moonbeam …….chuckles twix(t) the 3 musketeers sneers of Orion’s belt notch trio. It’s pay day … Continue reading →

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muddling puddles

Posted on May 7, 2018 by

.. gosh, my galoshes are sloshed. i’m gonna need a bum -bershoot to keep my willy-nilly birthday suit(e) saved unscathed from all this mud -(d)led muck. yuck, the sun’s come out again. i miss the stuck-struck spill of my jelly-belly … Continue reading →

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Utter a Muddle

Posted on May 7, 2018 by

.. S(p)ring a silly song, be-fuddle me a muddy-muse, so we can s(t)ring along. Cuddleme a cloud-phrase, huddleup in hiccup-daze; hunkerdown in puddle-praise, zipcrunchleap a poem. Fa-La-La a lullaby(e), fall into a murmured sky. Ink. Don’t think. And don’t ask why. … Continue reading →

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After You Have Called Upon That One Last Wishing Star

Posted on May 7, 2018 by

.. , won’t you hold for me a petaled breeze between your teeth, speak some quiet sigh -lence into my hungry ear? will you save for me a song or two ………(a day, a year) from this crushed dawn; a … Continue reading →

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