dVerse, Haiku

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So, here’s our prompt for today’s Poetics from the lovely Lillian at dVerse.

Verbification, or verbing, is the creation of a verb from a noun, adjective, or other word. Think of the proper name, Google. It’s the name of a company and yet has become a verb as in, “I’ll google that.” Sometimes, as in this example, repetitive use actually turns a noun into a commonplace, albeit new for a while, verb.

BUT – what I’d like you to do today is to write a poem that includes your own unique verbification.

Here’s a wee verbified Haiku!!

hat me crookedly

willow me all bendy-form

verb me haiku like


Half way there

Ligo Haibun Challenge

Word Prompt: Connected

Dancing along a line of age that the Wu Li Masters found. Here I am with one foot in the Mythos and the other in the Logos. I can stand this now. I am a vessel for connection. It is not and never has been about ME. Balanced upon this spiritual silver thread that runs from the no beginning to the no end, I open myself to the mystical, to the Mythical, to the Sith*, secure in the knowledge that my feet are planted, nay rooted in this green and pleasant land.My heart calls me to be in service to all and to the Earth.It bursts with joy and I step out in search of connection across this Rhythmbridge that I have built with my own soul.

Half a life to make

A vessel that is a bridge

Dancing the Fey over

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The aos sí is the Irish term for a supernatural race in Irish mythology and Scottish mythology, (usually spelled Sìth and pronounce shee) comparable to the fairies or elves.

They are said to live underground in fairy mounds, across the western sea, or in an invisible world that coexists with the world of humans. In Irish literature the people of the mounds are also called daoine sídhe: in Scottish mythology they are daoine sìth.

They are variously said to be the ancestors, the spirits of nature, or goddesses and gods.

Artwork by Brian Froud




Haibun Thinking:

Film Quote Prompt.

Golly, did I hear you say you would be free if you could?

Gussy the Goose, Charlotte’s Web (2006)


He sat staring at the cold steel bars. As he had done now every day for the last 6 years. The same bars. The same view. He felt trapped. Claustrophobic. Panic srtiken and anxious. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? He knew the answer. He knew why he was there.Inside these prison walls. Suffocated by his lack of freedom. Weighed down by a sentence passed upon himself. Guilt. The hardest emotion to bear. I’m here because of my own actions.I can’t change that. I had to do it. On the other side of the bars a face smiled. Smiled at him. A deep knowing smile. Though silent, it spoke words of power. I am free here in this cell.

Free on the inside

Imprisoned on the outside

Leaves fall from the tree


My piece today was inspired by a passage I read many years ago in a book by Pierro Ferrucci entitled ‘What We May Be’ about his teacher and the founder of Pyschosynthesis, Roberto Assagioli.

Below is a small part of a text on Assagioli’s life which references the same incident that inspired me then and still does now.

World War II proved to be much more of a disruption in the life and work of Dr. Roberto Assagioli than was the first war. His institute in Rome was closed by the Fascist government, which was critical of his “Jewish background, his humanitarianism, and his internationalism” (Smith 1974). The government then accused him of being a pacifist, because he claimed that true peace could only be found within, and not by violent, political, or legal means—and consequently he was locked in solitary confinement for a full month. But Assagioli made use of his imprisonment by making it what he called a “spiritual retreat,” focusing on meditation and his inner life, and he recorded the following transpersonal experience during this time:

“A sense of boundlessness, of no separation from all that is, a mergingwith the self of the whole. First an outgoing movement, but not towards any particular object or individual being—an overflowing or effusion in all directions, as the ways of an ever expanding sphere. A sense of universal love. “

(in Schaub and Schaub 1996, 20–21)


Life is a Dance

Ligo Haibun Challenge

Photo Challenge:


Footfall  on a forest floor and then stillness. breath swirls in the cold air. movement ahead.stillness shifts to an inner place.pure being. at one with the prey.arrow unleashed finds soft flesh. gratitude offered, a prayer for the fallen. totem left to appease the gods

in spirit we move

dancing our way through the light

to reveal one-ness


One Love

Late to the party this week folks but here is my entry.


“Don’t forget – I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy,
asking him to love her.”

– Notting Hill


He sat in the diner looking as if he were about to slide under the table…a cool kinda angle….arm across the back of the chair…hips slung low…long hair curled around his leather clad shoulders….he sipped from the coffee cup and took a drag on his cigarette. In the background Jim Morrison posed a question…. roaring out with a snarl from the Juke Box. “Who Do You Love?” It got him thinking. Who indeed.? ‘Do I project all of my own insecurities and doubts outward onto some unsuspecting future perfect partner in a vain attempt to fix me? Do I focus my love inward and work with what I have got here already before I open my heart? Do I open myself to the, what did Rumi call him?…The Beloved? Do I just say screw all that and go out there and have some fun? Just love life y’know? What is Love anyway? It’s complicated man’ he thought to himself. Then she walked into the diner.  Long dark raven curls fell either side of her face, bouncing with her deliberate gait. Panther like in her movements, she was tall and powerful. Her eyes smouldered with life and with fire. I am alive, was the message. Fully present and beautiful. She was a Goddess. His rational mind collapsed in on itself and he stared. Long and hard. His heart was beating faster and his breath was shallow. Was this just desire? No. A voice inside him was as clear as a bell. She’s the one.

Heart all a flutter

It seems like the world just changed

now It must be love


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