Tag Archives: dVerse

Lost and Found

The spider works quickly to get the larger insect wrapped within its web. The insect doesn’t struggle; it may be dead. But the web is in tatters and shakes violently every time the spider moves. I watch the action, hoping … Continue reading

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Temperatures Rising

  I arose when the sun rose. As the temperature rose, my rose blossoms opened. My expectations rose about winning a blue ribbon at the county fair. Perhaps I would only win a rose-colored ribbon. That would get a rise … Continue reading

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If Only

Day Five of NaPoWriMo. Lots of choices for the prompt today. I chose to write a villanelle, which is defined as such: The classic villanelle has five three-line stanzas followed by a final, four-line stanza. The first and third lines … Continue reading

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Table Troll

Furry troll with curious eyes watched as dinner his table imposed. “The password, please, else meet your demise.” Troll drooled and lifted his nose. Ominous threats no one believes, beautiful puppy mine. The password, please, you silly tease. On table … Continue reading

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Sermons and Seeds

The dVerse poetry prompt today is all about the pantoum poetry form. As explained by Gina on the dVerse Poetry blog, the pantoum is a series of interwoven quatrains and rhyming couplets. I won’t elaborate further than that (‘cuz I’d just confuse … Continue reading

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Law of Nature

Mankind v. Gaia without blame or forgiveness justice will be served dVerse Poetics: Blame and Forgiveness

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Football Players

On the sideline, I sip warm cocoa. On field, giants grapple. Sweat and curses fly. Shoulder pads crunch. Whistles blow. The players lumber toward benches, spitting mouth guards and blood. Halftime. My turn. Likewise an athlete, I heft my tuba … Continue reading

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