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  

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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