Under Covers

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Kafka for Kids –

“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923

Under Covers


I do not see the world at all
Behind my eyes so tightly closed
But I can feel a summer breeze
And smell the perfume of a rose

I hear the lovely symphony
Of birds and cows and bugs and such
The sloppy kisses of my dog
Tell me he loves me very much

Here in the darkness of my room
Beneath the covers where I sit
The world becomes what I may choose
When I imagine and invent it

Carolina Parakeet

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #88: And the Word Is… extinct

Carolina Parakeets


There once were parakeets

here in this un-tropical

Northeastern clime

Small green birds with cheery

red and yellow faces

Friendly, social bids that brightened

the landscape – until they were gone,

completely disappeared, became extinct

I wonder if the mocking bird still repeats

their call

Change of Plans

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #87: Quick! Nick us a poem!

Change of Plans

This poem has its nickers in a twist –

Is in a bit of a snit.

Someone has nicked the

words it wanted to wear today –

fancy words, high-heeled party words.

All that’s left are some everyday,

comfy words like

tea, books, you