It’s the space between steps
hollow of waves curling
gleam of seagull’s wings
the slow
tranquil
ex
hale
slipping off lips
as clouds collage in peach
and magenta
It’s the wander
without map or path
where trees speak in tongues
of nature lover’s dreams
A Quadrille for
Lillian has offered us “tranquility”
to include in our 44 word poems.
You can join in too!
My heart-voice lays low
Silent, frozen to the wall
Your actions, so perennial
Chatter again with my head-voice
A royal tête-à-tête over tea
I take mine black…and white
“You’re so vain”
Plays in the background
I bet you think this poem
Is about you
A quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub.
De gave us a “voice”, the word to include in our 44 word poems.
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merely freckles we are
from the moon’s point of view
with a one-eyed squint
her telescope drawn
pondering our purpose
where we went wrong
does she feel the love drift
from the earth to the sky
resisting the hatred
does it make her cry?
A quadrille poem of 44 words, including the word “freckle”.
Join in the fun at dVerse Poets Pub where I am pleased to be your host.
Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.
Follow me, child
Phoneless and free
Where earth sings
Songs of your roots
Ancient and pure
Pluck stars from indigo skies
Put them back into your eyes
Decorate your pale skin
In leaf shadows and sunlight
Relish in the riches
And blessings of nature
It’s Quadrille Monday and Kim is our host. She has offered us the word “rich” to incorporate into a 44 word poem, not including the title. Join in the fun!
Hope eludes her. Night embraces her. Like an old friend, it takes her by the hand to search for the light. Illusive. Dawn becomes the deadline for this decision, the last one she will make.
ink-shadows seduce
the sun rises unnoticed
over faded flower
A quadrille haibun for dVerse Poets Pub
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I remember your tightwad grin
words sparingly spewed
because you knew…
what?
always something more than I
sly, slithery somethings
hiding in the corner of your lips
now I sip on the memories
of a girl, rootless, wavering
waiting desperately
for her father’s approval
I am hosting the Quadrille prompt this week over at dVerse Poets Pub. Doors open at 3 p.m. E.S.T. You can join in too with your 44 word poem, including the word “sip”.
I gather dreams here
where withered leaves lay steepless
seesawing on the surface
of the pond
blue heron freezes for the hunt
I watch his stilt legs bend slightly
swift snap, a sun-blessed breakfast
fish wriggles before the great swallow
my dreams are cast
It’s Quadrille time at dVerse Poets Pub. I am pleased to be your host as we “steep” 44 words into a poem. Join us at 3 p.m. EST
