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
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.
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!”
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”.
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.
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.
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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