Category Archives: poetry

In the Alcove of the Unasked

Sanaa invites the dVerse poet community to delve into their dreams as a rich source for literary expression. I have been attempting this the last little while and offer this nugget in the raw for self-edification more than anything! I walked the long coast,salt in my lungs,hunger in my bones,seeking a table not yet set.TheContinue reading “In the Alcove of the Unasked”

Tripping

If one might take a trip,One could consider Triplet Fallsor Tripod WaterholeCan we get there by Trip Point RoadOr via Trip Creek Station?Only a 2700-kilometre road tripcan link them.(Those we can find)Fill her up!Who’s coming? (c) Dennis Ryle, January, 2026 This is my response to Punam’s dVerse prompt to write a 44-word quadrille using theContinue reading “Tripping”

Lines Across a Divided Country

I’m learning things about poetry I’ve never previously been aware of. It seems that one can enter a conversation with a well-known poet by writing a glosa – taking four lines of any of their works and incorporating them in a particular expansion in one of your own. Björn Rudberg is today’s dVerse host, guidingContinue reading “Lines Across a Divided Country”

Bluff Knoll’s White Christmas

It happened on Christmas Day in ‘ninety-eightA once-in-a-lifetime event!Western Australia’s only “White Christmas”at the height of summer.Not just a light dustingTwenty centimetres blanketing the summitTwo years before a new millenniumHarbinger of stranger things! (c) Dennis Ryle, January 2026 This is in response to the dVerse Poetics invitation sent out by Kim. It is inspired byContinue reading “Bluff Knoll’s White Christmas”

Does Hope Dare Dawn?

An Advent Sonnet of Isaiah’s Hope Upon the lands where shadows long have lain,A dawn breaks forth, Isaiah’s word fulfilled;In Gaza’s grief, in Ukraine’s frozen pain,The promise shines where hearts are bruised yet stilled. The USA, with restless striving worn,And Somalia, where hunger cries aloud,All nations wait for mercy’s tender morn,A shoot from Jesse risingContinue reading “Does Hope Dare Dawn?”

Phantoms of the Night

Writing poetry in the middle of the night because reflux is keeping you awake has its nuances, especially when you are on retreat with several mutual mentors who are also therapists! Here’s the poem:Phantoms of the nightGather around my bedWhispering anxieties and “what ifs”They scoff at my commands of dismissalSo perhaps I should befriend them“NoContinue reading “Phantoms of the Night”