muddling

how to step into a muddle wear suitable clothing, preferably rubber goggles are optional bow your legs and walk like a duck quacking is optional once there, embrace the chaos screaming is optional spinning is likely so hold onto yourself tightly love is compulsory   For dVerse Quadrille

painted

  gather up the muddle that is yourself fire hard(end) rock eggs leaping within bounce them into a zip(ped) bag to melt avoiding any sort of crunch is a good thing take the resulting liquid and paint the sky an emotional blue flurry of wisdom   Quadrille for dVerse          

eye to eye

  eyes that could melt rock set wild fires incandescent to zip sparks leap(ing) stars aside moon-shadows   bouncing hard at galaxy's edge crunch(ing) planetary egg into dust we gather our lost selves to sweep clean that detritus of soul   in cornea's heart centre all's reflected  

visitors

  can you gather up the blessings of your life lived until today and can you see that not all have come as good but often arrive as visitors you did not wish for nor welcomed into your home know that these bless much deeper    

eggzipit 1 (groan!)

  crunching a verb or two between these rock hard teeth creates a jumble of letters to bounce off the page and fires up an idea that whilst a  leap could result in the zipping of this word melt in a long egg of sorts   I began the series again after Quadrille #44 so …

shift happens

  how to un-zip (my soul) cannot carry this weight any (longer) growth is so painful new limbs at my (age) requires a stretch i cannot make without (something) breaking is how it all (feels) like reality is moving to a new (paradigm) shifting view   submission for De's prompt at dVerse and another poem for …

triplicities

  fire in the egg                 you never know soul's crucible                it may bubble-up melting my hard           shell-like being rock-like heart               jump-started blood crunching as it             soul …

meltyness

here is a poem   designed to burn a delicious murmur into your he(art)   to leap and bounce t(here)   crun(ching) that now   rock-like organ so it will bleed joy and bliss   messy like finger paint on your now child-like countenance   melt a puddle of self   Over at dVerse it …

tons of sobs

electric fingertips channeling screeching soul air magiced vibrato tugging the guts of it all smoky vocal painting velvet strokes snake hipped bass lines with funk to spare a beat so far back it was the original rhythm young gifted bluesmen breaking out breaking Free   Posted for Quadrille #40 at dVerse Notes: Formed in London …

earthlings

ghost open fear's still scars shadow dance dawn's dream   shimmering balloons rose leaving echoed breath to grin storms lulled   twist life ajar spring free   flicker bliss's whisper to melt sound   spill breezes cloud curled bubbles spark skipping drizzle cue giggles   pepper-salt journeys Earthing green   Posted for the 'All the …