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Be Leaf

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autumn exhales a deep breath

as feeble leaves lose their grip

whispering sweet farewells

to nurturing limbs

I watch them cradle-rock

to the pulse of Mother Earth’s song

silently sweeping, weeping

but bravely repelling

the magnet of years past

finding new ways to grow

 

It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub.

Write a poem of 44 words not including the title, including the word “magnet”.

De is our host.

mucked up

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you planted me

in richest soils

spoke in sunshine-lies

I smiled through shadows, weeds

naive to your gnarly roots

creeping ’round my garden-heart

I forgave the rain

again

ripping petals one by one

but God sees your ways

and I will bloom

without you

 

 

44 words of poetry including the word “garden”.

We are honoured to have Victoria C. Slotto hosting our Quadrille prompt.

Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.

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On Your Birthday

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Announced today, we can hug.

In the park, you watch a tiny chipmunk scamper up a tree.

A cool breeze blows through your longish, white hair.

I watch you smile.

 

clouds move for the sun

time slips through silver threads

nature’s drum beats on

 

 

A Quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub.

Write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word “drum”.

Doors open at 3 p.m. EST. Happy to be your host.

Exfoliation

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the sun seems oblivious

as I peel petty layers

fruitless, useless pieces

washed witless from the rain

my blank slate skin

 thirsty for stories, unwritten

I feel the shells of me slip, cold

lying translucent at my feet

I am without, yet with all

 

 

A 44 word quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub.

Linda is our host and the word is “slip”.

You can join in too!

 

Hey You COVID

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you win

drafting me unwillingly

one more warrior

in a choke

….hold

I. could. die.

simply thinking about

the risk

you’ve offered me

on a silver platter

like the devil, sly

with guileful grin

but this fool isn’t your fix

I choose

to live

 

 

I am an RECE ( Registered Early Childhood Educator), “Educator” being the key word. Infants, toddlers and preschoolers learn through hands on exploration, purposeful play and socialization. In the midst of a pandemic, I will soon be expected to return to this environment where social distancing is not possible and little ones require close contact. I am not a health care worker but will be expected to assume the same risk. At 59, I am forced to decide between safety or an income. It haunts me daily.

 

 It’s Quadrille time at dVerse. De is our wonderful host.

The word is “fix” to be included in a 44 word poem.

 

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Burgeon

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I am a seed

without a season

buried deep

in the cold compost

of my dreams

flood thirsty, time flushed

endless roots reaching

for the reason I rise

but I will not wilt

in recycled soils

I am hidden

only to surprise

the sun

 

 

It’s Quadrille time at dVerse. Pen us a poem of 44 words including the word “flush” or a derivative. I am your host. Doors open at 3 p.m. The prompt is open all week.

 

 

 

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Picacho Peak

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after the climb

I rest

inhaling indigo

of cloudless skies

exhaling all but my soul

the sun is an ocean

wrapping me lukewarm

politely peeling the pieces

fears flaking

sorrows shedding

I lay them out

stone cold on the mesa

to wilt and wither

 

 

 

A “quadrille” consists of 44 words, not including the title. It is a favourite form over at dVerse Poets Pub. This week we are including the word “peel”. I am pleased to be your host. Feel free to join in. Doors open at 3 p.m.

Euphony

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the world is in our hands

is it not a gift?

a blank sheet

to compose symphonies

of grace,

one cosmic chorus

born of our own untainted hearts?

let us not be mute

but join in songs of light

when evil seeps

through cracks

 

 

A quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub.

De has given us the word “crack” to incorporate into our 44 word poems. Join us!

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Southwest

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you are my green chile

kokopelli dream

soft sound of hiking boots

tapping on sandstone

my sun, uninterrupted

blessing mesas

the aqua blue of desert skies

set against canyons calling

in sacred language of silence

scents of cedar, earth and peace

you reset me

 

 

 

44 words is a quadrille, our original poetry form at

dVerse Poet’s Pub.

Merril is our host and the given word is “set”. Feel free to join in.

The Hush

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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

dVerse Poet’s Pub

 Lillian has offered us “tranquility”

to include in our 44 word poems.

You can join in too!

 

Maybe It Is

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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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Earthgaze

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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.

 

 

 

Return

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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!

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As Stars Go Dim

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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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Timeless

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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”.

 

 

The Shallows

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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

 

Autumn Hush

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It was an early phone call for a Saturday. My brother’s caller ID but not his voice. My mother forced words she could not yet comprehend herself. He was gone. I asked where he went.

 

moonbeams radiate

October sky remembers

flicker of fallen star

 

 

For Quadrille Monday at dVerse. Kim has offered us the word “early” for our 44 word poems. This prompt is open all week.

Maritime

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In awe I stand

Feet steadied upon

Emerald cliffs

Inhaling breath of sky

Heart-quickened, earth-smitten

Tickle of sea mist on my tongue

I surrender thoughts to the waves

Trundle with ocean’s tide

Erasing all but this moment

Time still…. (passes)

Each second a blessing

 

 

Written for De’s Quadrille prompt , “Quick! Write Something!”   

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Claustrophobic

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Enclosed I am

Airless, breathless

Must confess to senseless

Gasping, panting,

Mindless ranting

One… two….breathe

I can’t control

The heart rush

Too much

Tightening, fear frenzy

Heightening

I can’t breathe

Just breathe

I’m boxed in, locked in

With no escape

Now I hyperventilate

 

In response to De’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets Pub. Join in with us at 3 p.m. EST. Write a 44 word poem that must include the word “box”.

Chimera

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From a window seat view

I watch clouds casting shadows

In puzzle-like fashion

Beauty mimicked from skies, majestic

To desolate, desert floors

In solitude they roam

Longing for home

I cushion them gently between

My thumb and pointer finger

Dreaming each piece into place

 

 

Its Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and I am your host.

You are welcome to join in! Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.

Photo taken in flight over Nevada.

 

(St)ratification

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Life is an itch

And so we scratch

Underlying layers of lies

Shifty sediments of alibis

Searching for the glorious

Sheen of the bedrock

And as the stone cold truth

Stares blatantly

Into the naivety of our eyes

We scramble

To spread the topsoil

 

 

dVerse Poets Pub is celebrating 7 years!

We are not feeling the “itch” as we continue to inspire and be inspired by each other.

We are very proud of our Anthology

Chiaroscuro – Darkness and Light, dVerse Anthology, 2017

But yes….”itch” is the word for this week’s Quadrille prompt.

Your lovely host is Grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Minor Disturbance

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You speak in cloudbursts

Torrential tongue

Twisting words to suit your weather

I have news for you

The forecast isn’t bleak

The sky isn’t falling though you

May be chicken and I, little

Your drizzle will fizzle

And I can play in the rain

 

 

For Kim’s quadrille prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub.

44 words of fun using the word “rain”.

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Quadriculous

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OH fuddle muddle

I’m in trouble

I should sciddle scaddle scuttle

The doohickey, the gobbley gook

Have taken me out for a loopy-de-loop

Ya think you know what I’m talking about

But you are stuck on a round-a-bout

Going round,

going round,

going round…..

 

44 words of pure nonsense. The word ” muddle” made me silly. You can join in with De’s favourite prompt over at d’verse and feel free to be more serious!

 

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Fritter

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In wake of birth, we gather

Arms stretched, propitious

Trusting time

Love…. the cosmos

Writing our own scripts

Naming our own stars

In spite of our goods and grit

Our fate is universal

Collective souls we wander

Time-squandering fools

Tossing moments to the wind

 

 

A quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub. Lillian is our host and the prompt is open ALL week!  If you’d like to write a poem of 44 words including the given word “gather”, you are quite welcome to join in.

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Too Late

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I googled you today

you were gone

I was wrong

to think that time was infinite

it was only imminent

this cancer, “fucking cancer”

would escort you out

without waiting one zippin’ minute

for thoughts to collect

memories to reflect

on your beautiful face

 

 

 

Written for the Quadrille prompt that De is hosting this week at d’verse Poets PubThe given word is “zip”. Somehow I managed to incorporate it as I struggle with the loss of a childhood friend.

 

Let’s Get it Over…Easy

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Egg me on

Come on

Tap me twice and

I’ll break for you

Find the faults that you’ve

Held me to

Watch the way that

I spill for you

Poke my yolk

Make me run

Scramble my thoughts

It’s still

All over your face

 

 

A quadrille is 44 words, excluding the title. This week you must include the word “egg”. 

Kim is our host. It’s all happening over at dVerse Poets Pub!

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Self Combustion

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I’ve dabbled in darkness

the match, centimeters

from singeing

my fingers, my soul

A symphony of sirens

felt like a lullaby

why?

you’d have to look deeper

I’d have to share more

than embers greyed, tired

I’d have to breathe life

into the fire

 

 

Written for d’verse Poets Pub. De is our host for this week’s Quadrille prompt. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. De has chosen the word ” fire” which must be incorporated into the poem.

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Luna

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  Oh Luna, you light monger

  Peddling your parables

  Poeming me pretty words

  Hobnobbing with the clouds

  As I am left sleepless

  Tossed and tangled

  Between lucid thoughts

  And muddled dreams

  You’re so astronomical

  But I find you comical

  Spinning your tales in the stars

 

 

It’s time to Q44 at dVerse Poets Pub. Victoria is our lovely host. Join us with your own quadrille, a poem with exactly 44 words, not including the title. It must include the given word or a form of it and this week the word is “poem”.

 

Metamorphic

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I’ve found a new canvass

To draw on… and from

Sharing journeys

From bo(u)lder times

To monotonous erosion

To sun-kissed, self-loving

Soul-saving bliss

Rocking my freedom

Of direction

Perfection still wavering

Between the lines

And my mind

Colours conjoined

Words coined

Tedious, serious joy

 

painted rocks – Michelle Beauchamp

 

 

We are rocking the quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub! I am your host and I hope you can join us. Write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word “rock”. The prompt begins today at 3 p.m. EST and is open all week.

 

 

Seasonal Fantasy

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Giggling green spring

Breathing bubble-bliss balloons

Grinning, shimmering, mmmmelt…..ing

Cue music!

Pepper-spiced clouds dance

Freely twisting, curling

Leaves flicker, fears drizzle

Lulling dawn

Hope-filled jars spill open

Sparking rosebud dreams

Journey’s scars echo in ghosts

Creaking shadows skip

To storm’s song

Whispering bliss

Stilled

 

 

A quadrille for dVerse. Grace is hosting and she has given us the word, “creak” to play with. This is week 43  for the Quadrille prompt. I challenged myself to use ALL the words. 

 

 

Shipwrecked

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We bobble like iron bubbles

Anchored to docks of despair

Waving flags, still bragging

About love of country

Humble hearts whisper

In feathers, doves

But hope does not float

Intentions are stuck in

Stagnant sea scum

Blood flows and God knows

We are tired

 

 

Written for this week’s Quadrille prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub

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Seasoned

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I follow you

Flashlight in hand

Still dimmer than our hearts

Lake of infinity

Lapping to the rhythm of

Silence

Sandy-toed, sips of merlot

You whisper of satellites

Geosynchronous orbits

And how much you love me

Spicing my world

Peppering my skies

With stars

 

 

Join us as I host one of our favourite prompts, the Quadrille at dVerse Poets Pub. 44 words including the word “spice” or any form of it. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.  C’mon….get a little spicy!

 

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Taradiddle

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Nothing more

Man in the moon malarkey

Stirring my drizzle of doubt

With a spoon

Logic, integrity lost

On some cat with a fiddle

Spewing his spittle of words

That I have heard before

Is there more?

I think I might have a cow

 

Join us at dVerse today for the fan favourite of 44 words and what we love to call the “quadrille”. As your host, I am asking you to include the word drizzle or derivative of. I have no idea what came over me to write this…except too many years of singing preschool rhymes.

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Windbag

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From your lips

Word balloons drift

A speech bubble blitz

Of braggadocio

Oh Pinocchio

Clouds do not part

For your presence

 

You are marshmallowed

Hollowed

A fairy tale twaddle

Floating on folly

And horse feathers

Oh Romeo

Thy swelled head

Will soften your landing

 

For De’s quadrille prompt over at dVerse.

Write a 44 word poem including the word “balloon”.

 

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Seasonal Affair

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My little maple

Of glistening gold

Flaunting, fluttering as

Sol sister laughs

She knows wind is only

Teasing, breezing by for

One last kiss of autumn

The final dance before

The chill and I will

Cherish your leaves

As fall still breathes

Through winter

 

It’s Quadrille time again and we’d love for you to join us over at dVerse Poets Pub. As your host, I am asking you to write a poem of 44 words (not including the title) and your quadrille must contain the word…

b…r…e…a…t…h…e

or breath, breathtaking, breathable…any variation of the word

Doors open at 3 p.m. EST

Purging Postcards

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Stop jarring your journeys

Spill them

Leave them dancing

Bubble them in the breeze

Spark your grin

Rose petal your way

To the clouds

With a skip and a twist

Recycle the shimmer

Of open green trails

Memories are melting shadows

Let them lull

 

 

Another one for De’s Q44 prompt at dVerse

My first attempt at using ALL the Quadrille words (19).

Stranded

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I am sanded by time

Battered by the tempest

Scattered and cast away

Losing my edges

Making my pledges

To the wind

Gutless, un-glittered

I twirl in curls of waves

Bask in suns, unseen

Do you even know

What I mean?

I am un-sparkled

Every other Monday at dVerse, we create quadrilles.   44 words with one specific word to be included. Today, De has chosen the word “spark” or a word that contains spark as the root word such as sparkle, sparkly…you get the idea. The fun begins at 3 p.m. EST. 

Umbra

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Shadows are born

From breath of light

Betwixt the twigs

They play and meddle

Draping black veils

Over earth’s stage

This is where

Leaves spot dance

One last time

My heart dips

And sways

Between  sweet

Sounds of sunbeams

And  the monotones

Of solitude

 

Today at dVerse, De is our host serving up some quadrilles or Q44’s as we like to call them. She has chosen the word “shadow” that must be included within the poem.  Join the fun!

 

Unthink(sink)able

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I am fog, fazed

With weightless words

Coasting on currents

Weakened by my own candor

I am left as embers

After the char

Floating, still flickering

Blindsided by fire

Disguised as sunshine

Treading dark waters

Searching for one open portal

Where skies meet sea

 

A quadrille for Victoria’s prompt this week. She asked that our 44 word poem include the word “open”. The doors are wide open at dVerse Poets Pub. Step right in.  It’s a wonderful place.

 

Exit Stage Right

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Smiles bursting, sunlit

Cheeks and chuckles

Eyes sparkling

Neurons set ablaze

Pathways to life, love

All that matters

Chatters, first words

Heard and honoured

Stretched and pondered

One on one

Placing puzzle pieces

Hearts aglow

And I know

 That this

 Is what I leave

 

 

For De’s Q44 at dVerse Poets Pub. A quadrille is a poem of 44 words including a given word and this week the word is “leave”. Coincidentally I resigned from my job this week, leaving behind many young children that I adore.

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Plight of a Pickle

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I was jarred

Plucked in my prime

Scrubbed and rinsed

Chopped and minced

No mercy!

You threw me to the brine

 

I was so jarred

By your salty ways

I could not process

Lost all that is tang-able

As you relished in

My demise

 

A bit of a cheesy quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub.

Stop by and join in the fun with 44 words.

Still Life

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I was painted pain purple

By words grayed and grimed

But I found my own still life

Speckled in sunbeam yellow

Waterfall tears tinting my

Rainbow soul

I am nature’s canvass

Wide eyed and waiting

Saturated in earth’s tones

Ivy swirls on jagged stone

 

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We are painting our own portraits with words this week over at dVerse .

A wonderful prompt by Lillian. Hope you can join in too!

 

Unanchored

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“Same view from where I am
grass and sky and trees
Please let me travel elsewhere
to see the sea”

“Rooted” – Viv Blake

 

Journey me

Ferry me gently

To new horizons

Then…let…me…go

I’ll be the fizzle

In the seafoam

The iridescent dazzle

Of sun satiny shores

Dance me dizzy

Until I fall giggly into

Cotton batten clouds

Quilted for me

Journey me

To the sea

 

We have begun a week long celebration for our 5th Anniversary of dVerse Poets Pub. Grace started us off with an interview with Brian Miller, co-founder of dVerse. Today we are writing quadrilles including the word “journey”. During our two week break, we were very saddened to lose one of our most active participants, a very talented poet, Viv Blake. I was inspired by her poem, “Rooted” as I wrote this piece. This one’s for you, Viv.

Tinted

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There was that one time

When roses did not seem so

Clichéd

She opened the guitar case

Lo and behold a dozen

Long stem intentions spoke

To her in petals and posies

Laughing at every thorn

And jagged edge

Nurturing her delusions

Of love

 

Written for our last Quadrille Monday before we take a brief summer break over at dVerse Poets Pub. Bjorn has given us the word “rose” to be used in a 44 word poem, excluding the title. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.

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Chit Chat

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Sit a spell and

Spill with me

Words

‘Til all we have to till

Are recycled revelations

Composted conversations

Speak philosophy

Of fallen trees

In vacant forests

Did you hear it?

Meta my physics

Prove me wrong

Let’s put it in a

Nitty-gritty nutshell

 

 
A quirky little quadrille for dVerse. De is our host and “spill” is the word she has asked us to include in our 44 word poem. Come on over!

 

 

 

 

Unruffled

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B  r  e e  z  e  on by me

Take your tail spin

For a whirlwind

I am marsh mellowed

Sun ripened

Rooted with the reeds

You are dragon winged

Mud flinging

Bumbling with the bees

I’m a water lily lulled

Cattail nap

You got that?

I am breezy

 

 

It’s  our 10th Quadrille Monday over at dVerse.  Get in on the 44 word fun! Bjorn chose the word “breeze”.

 

Begrudged

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I remember the green

That took you to lowlands

Con-caved and shallow

Where pools of jealousy

Sat stagnant brooding, breeding

You were like a life-size mosquito

Feeding frantically on bad blood

Spitting out spite, always right

Green grew on you

I didn’t envy you

 

 

green

 

A Quadrille consisting of 44 words and Grace has asked us to incorporate the word, “green”. That is what we are up to at dVerse. You can join in too. Please do! Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.

 

Fall of Duty

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Out on a limb

Poised and pretty

She is downright gritty

Minutes slip fast

Beyond her grasp

She is stalling on a

Tight rope act

And there’s the twist

She is falling like a

Polished death spiral

Gone viral

Scruples clenched

In both hands

 

 

We are serving up some quadrilles at dVerse Poets Pub! What’s a quadrille? A poem with exactly 44 words and this week,  Grace has asked to include the word “twist”.

Shimmer

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I lie in layers

Of lost and found

Dulling twinkles

Ups and downs

A back float babble

To clouds aloof

 

I am sun striped

Mis-typed ribbons

Caught between waves

Of dim and dimmer

But I shimmer

Against my own

Little piece of the sun

 

A quadrille written for dVerse.

Head Trip

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Her thoughts drifted
With shaving cream clouds
Reshaping themselves
Like her dreams

Baby blue backgrounds
Beckoned her
Softer landings
Welcomed her
With raspberry tarts
And bubble milk tea

Embracing the orb of night
She took to the sky

S   l   o   w   l   y

Rising gracefully
To the stars

 

 

 

De is hosting over at dVerse Poets Pub today. We are writing quadrilles of exactly 44 words incorporating the word “bubble”. Fun stuff!

Forever Rooted

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quadrille pic

 

Before the flood

Red maple trees stood majestic

Sweeping skies with wispy limbs

Bent on tickling castaway clouds

While chickadees played in the boughs

 

Lulled by waters weeping, seeping

The forest surrendered to the marsh

Stumps decayed, withered and weary

Forsaken but fastened still

 

Written for dVerse where Bjorn has asked us to write a quadrille of exactly 44 words.  Fun stuff.

 

Sheltered

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dance

 

I danced shadows to shield you
Magnificent steps
Choreographed sweetly
To the beat
Of my breaking heart
You wore my shoes
Heavy with irony
Shuffled down trustworthy trails
Longing to fly barefoot
Across murky dark oceans
Only to dangle your toes
Between shark’s teeth

We are writing quadrilles at Dverse Poets Pub.