Surprising though it may be, I wrote poetry years before dVerse Poets burst into my consciousness and wrapped me in shared joy.

Last night I found in my Extraordinary Chaotic Disorder (ECD) by chance a poem from 2009 that could have stood in for last week’s sunrise quadrille challenge, had I not written from scratch instead a 75-worder deep/ shallow that I edited down to shallow, a 44-worded quadrille.

This brings me spiralling back to the recurring daily dilemma, not only “what to choose to do today” but also how to review and revise the Overwhelming Chaotic Disorder (OCD by another name) of resources that burgeon and overflow through The Thought-Books, The Houses Where I’ve Lived (THWIIL) and The Landscapes Of Our Dreams (TLOOD). Talking of which, I found this yesterday in the Clap-Trap of the Lap-Top.

To dust down lightly, spruce up, and offer to yesterday’s dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night. A blast of sunlight from the past.


dawn till settle 

how to extend sunrise, resolve
throughout the morning - and onwards - 
energy alive (though gentling)
into the evening and into its warm returning;
to cherish reflection, in candle-light and fire-sight, 
of bright-joy noon, the beam-long day,
wending towards the dream-song sleepening, 
the deepening of night?


© Kathy Labrum McVittie 2009, 2025
  • Boring endnote: For some years – nay decades – i have been teetering on the brink of A Literary Project to edit, catalogue, index and archive Various Offerings of Worth (ALP VOW). If you want to help me to realise this Making An Exhibition Of My Inhibitions, then stay close, send me occasional love-letters, and be patient with my iniquities as well as my exquisities. Or plant trees in Scotland