VERSES

Black Woman with Peonies painted by Frédéric Bazille; courtesy dVerse poetry pub Flowers For Mother Everyone's buying flowers for mother...

[Bing AI created this image for me] This Chair This chair stood among the clouds, Surreal and empty, tired from wandering; You would think i...

[image created for me by Bing AI]   On The Windowsill All the banging so much noise, What are we building of toil? Is butter softer than th...

[selfie April 2024] Who Am  I I am, whom the wind caresses At dawn, while the birds whistle, Flying in pairs or groups, While i stand at the...

Image created for me by BING AI Quadrille Blaze She dreamed of a life of adventure, Climbing mountains, sky diving, And such like; If only s...

artwork of Louis Wain courtesy dVerse poets pub Under Tree Shade My smiling eyes doth see The sun is out and shining. Where for a glass of m...

IMAGE COURTESY de Verse poetry pub  Earth We  Technology rewards us with conversations and closeness. We share like and subscribe. We zoom, ...