Hot Butterfly

Hot Butterfly

It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. The theme is "quiver." § § Before you ever touch me; you don't even have to speak (not one syllable!). All you have to do is look at me and do that thing with your eyes that slow, sexy blink a sweet almost-grin and I butterfly-quiver a [...]

Whispered

Whispered

Today's writing prompt at the dVerse Poets Pub is the word, tranquility. In the tranquil, sweet heart of the night and the only other sounds are dried oak leaves tickling the sidewalk, the most beautiful words in the world are the ones formed by your lips and whispered to me — just me, and no [...]

In Nubibus

  I sense them trying to form. the sudden, mad syllabic rush as if each thought is battling to be voiced in unison. A thunderous blast of wordlessness everything and nothing — an aborted cacophony — utterances never to be heard, over a blur of muted tears.      

Serendipity

It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub   He had a white coat with oval-shaped specklings of black and dark gray. People thought we should name him “Freckles”, but I thought that was much too common a name for such a serendipitous creature. Instead, we decided on Domenic Andreas —  Spot for short.   [...]

Buttonwood

Buttonwood

It's Quadrille #83 over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today's writing prompt is to create a quadrille using the word sun.     Willow tree leaves flutter graceful silvery green— not quite shiny. Two young butterflies at play dipping, diving, spiraling through the air. A field of sunflowers turn their faces skyward as if the [...]