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
Image credit: pixabay.com
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!
Image credit: pixabay.com
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.
Image credit: William Wallace Denslow, Wikipedia
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”.
Image credit: pixabay.com
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
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).
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.
