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Category Archives: dVerse poems
Cliff’s Notes Left in Wayward Drawers
.. Do you think we have finally held them long enough – these tangled things, our breaths, our hands? I’ll scribble you a sunrise if you’ll loan me one small rhyme. Let’s sell this sky for cobalt scrap; swallow dry … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged bone moon, nick of time, Q44, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday, scribbling, sky songs, sunrise
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By strange and varying degrees
Tempt us not, for we are waiting for the hot hot breath of dragon summer breeze, the way the trees can sway a soul. The balmy blame of sea. Thread us not through flotsam fleet nor pirate plea for … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged degrees, flotsam, here there be pirates, moon stones, temperature, temptation
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A song of the stairway
(an invisible poem in the key of C) .. This poem cannot be seen, only sounded out one syll a bull at a time, sung in the key of clouds and candy-caress sighs. She’s wise in the ways of spirals, … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, twiglets
Tagged Braille poems, clouds, dVerse poems, invisible, stars
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Tea, and Stars
There’s a chai sky brewing, stewing in its own bright stir. She whirls, stretches long against a sugar cube moon and raises …………….(hands, ………………heart, ………………..hell) to tell her deepest stories, to spell herself in shards, to allow these aching leaves … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille
Tagged chai sky, chai tea, moon songs, moon stones, Q44, Quadrille, steep, tea
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Andromeda
She sheds her sky -skin to begin, and reassembles herself …………………………………sane. . She gives the moon a shattered star -smooch, with lips of wax ………………………….and wane. .. Prompted by Lil’s Poetics over at dVerse, and todays twiglet. … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, twiglets
Tagged Andromeda, constellations, crazy for the moon, falling stars, kissing the moon, moon, moon swoons, star gazing, stars
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The Low-Hummed Hope of Other Songs
… We have wandered ……….(once again) too far. Become un -lucky in our gaze. These streetlights falter, alter shadows, offer cobbled stones. Perhaps we have bartered our broken much too soon, settled for the passing of the buck by … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille
Tagged cobbled stones, dVerse, hum, moon, our broken much, Q44, Quadrille, stars, yuck
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That which she is of {tossed above}:
.. Beauty (perhaps) and light, and the fight of wind on skin. Pain slow -slammed into truth. Proof of second chances and first -blush glances turned to 20 years. Tears. Sky and moon and sun -burned tongues and languages she … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged de, moon, of, prepositions, sea, sea of sighs, sky, that which she is of, the fault in our scars, the fault in our stars, whispered whim
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Princess Pop and the Bubblegum Dragon
Princess Pop f e l l for a hubba-bubba-bubbling dragon. He ballooned. She swooned. Those bubble-oons were, luckily, filled with goo (and laughter). And the moral of the story is just exactly this: never ask a Bubblegum Dragon for … Continue reading
Posted in dragon poems, dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged dragon, here there be dragons, Quadrille
15 Comments
Got Stuck
in the muck. In my truck. (Just bad luck.) Tried to flee. Silly me. Feet got tucked in that muck with my truck. (Aw, shucks.) Pulled ’em loose. Lost my shoes. (Bad news.) Still here. Oh, dear. Mud in ear. … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged funky rhyme time, muck, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday, stuck, yuck
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Graffiti on a Broken Sky
.. Paintbrush-hush (guilty, guileless) me a rebel heart, an unquiet start a whispered want and a place to hold my still long-fractured hope. Then soft (and sound and soon), steal me some long-lost wisp of cloud, harboring a sunrise … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille
Tagged cloud, graffiti, harbor, moon, Quadrille Monday, sky poems, sky songs
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