What abides
contains emptiness
waiting for
what cannot
return.  What abides remains
forever unfilled.

What abides
is quintessence—the
of a way
of being—the exchange
of rudimentals.

What abides
contains entire lives
and apart–
more than a remembering–
opened held nowhere.

A quadrille for dVerse, where Jade has given us the word abide.


does what I construct
from what I see
fit the idea
of me?

can I be mirrored
repeated copied

contained in reflection–
momentary glimpses–
light entering

translating possibility
into something visible,

always an after
to an image as
elusive as

For both of this week’s dVerse prompts, from Mish (eye) and De (quadrille of possibilty).

There was a time when I did many many eye collages, and the illustrations here are from about seven years (and many lifetimes) ago. These are both good prompts, and I still have some ideas…

wake up

I needed
herbal tea and drank
lemon ginger—aromas
filled the afternoon

this morning my head
pounded with
caffeine—I had neglected
to include coffee

I needed
to smell the coffee
pot brewing–
the cup–cravings satisfied–
snug, reblanketed

I wrote two blanket poems yesterday–one was depressing and the other too enigmatic, to put it kindly. This poem came to me spontaneously this morning as I waited for my caffeine to brew–along with a drawing to help the time pass more quickly.

A quadrille for dVerse, where Merril has given us the word blanket


reversal 3s

to recur,
move further away–
mote covered
constellated skies, stories
embroidered in blue

darkness fades
into emergence–
the tides of
return shaped
by manifestations of
ghost ships left unsailed

currents bridged between
symbol and
helix twisted round itself–
doubled, multiplied

reversal 2s

For dVerse, a blue quadrille, hosted by Kim.  The art is composed of two different painting experiments that accidentally fell on top of each other–I photographed them in a bunch of different ways, and added the blue with Photoshop.

reversal 1s

I read the news today (oh boy)

I read the news s

approaching greyscale
this blurred journey
down streets
not only nameless but
soundless, dislocated

all the rhythms are abbreviated–
throbbing, stagnating
in a silent cinematic slow motion–
a composite of fragments
neither awake nor asleep–
a perpetual absence
of who
what when where

For dVerse, where Linda has given us the quadrille word of slip, and earthweal, where Brendan asks, “What comes next?”


rebirthing s

falling down
like water–
to begin again,
cross over–

like water
waiting to be
crossed over,

waiting to be
drowning in flowers,

in dreams,
drowning in flowers–
fix the bridge–

in dreams
we begin again–
fix the bridge
falling down

rebirthing close up 2 s

De provided the word “fix” for our quadrille prompt at dVerse.

rebirthing close up s

I wanted to see if I could do a pantoum in just 44 words.

May the 4th (be with you)

yoda s

Some call it
silly, the do or
do not, the
can’t name the fears that lead them
into the darkness—

Some never
unlearn what they have
learned—but some
bear with their
failures and then pass them on–
transform shadow to stars

long time ago s

Last fall a local non-profit arts organization showed all the “Star Wars” movies, in time sequence, once a week leading up to the release of the “last” episode in December.  My younger daughter, a huge fan, convinced me to go with her–every week.  Corny and unsophisticated, that first movie was–the only one I had seen multiple times, or in one case, at all–but there was something that grew on and pulled at me as the special effects grew more elaborate and the characters aged and became more intensely themselves.

There is a thin line between who we think we are and what life calls on us to be.  And yet again and again many find a way to rise to the occasion.

My quadrille, for the dVerse word silly, hosted by Lillian, is composed of the thoughts of Yoda.

Happy Star Wars Day!!

because the night

because the night s

What ritual words should I offer to the absent moon’s shadow?  A love potion that merges opposite energies into absolute stillness?  A howl that resets the journey and flushes away the dark tides with glittering waves of stars?

is not
fills to overflowing

because the night close up s

A quadrille about the new moon for dVerse , hosted by Mish, and Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge.