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
Tag: the one with all the words
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
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 … Continue reading eggzipit 1 (groan!)
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 … Continue reading triplicities
more
melt me a kiss to: ~ rock my being a whisper of soul ~ slip a bounce into my heavy steps ~ set a blazing phoenix fire to my life ~ leap-start my raw and tender heart ~ s(crunch) my defences like a paper cup it's not so hard. A second submission for … Continue reading more
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 … Continue reading meltyness
between
watch out if you plan bouncing a murmur make that leap knowing only this that such an act may defy gravity itself ( seriously!) and lead to involuntary giggles if it comes to the crunch don't get stuck between that rock and this hard place submission for dVerse Quadrille #50 ,the one with all … Continue reading between
Grace
Be still open up understand notice this is it consciousness everywhere empty form reverberating through life orchestras of soul creations myths kokopelli's new dance crying for the Mother Earth re-member ultimately nothing can happen lest we evolve beyond agitation and competition pray for grace quadrille #48 for De at … Continue reading Grace
rollin
when it comes to the crunch i always leap leaving no trail of crumbs for the past to follow this trust this knowing that i can both fly and fall is my rock fluid and changeable like the weather allowing me to always flow submission to dVerse Quadruille #47 (the one … Continue reading rollin
crunch-time
What would it feel like to crunch a rock with your b(e)ar(e) hands? What if you were the rock? Rocks can't talk. Don't have feelings. They get smashed all the time. It's just a rock. Earth can't cry. Submission for Quadrille #46 All the Words