heir-raising

did you go rub that
balloon in your hair?
is that why it sticks
on the wall up there?

i don’t need your static
so please don’t touch me
ow! must you pass spark
of personal electricity?!

boys are such joys —
he laughs ecstatically

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A quadrille (44 words) for dVerse Poets pub. Mish hosts theme of “static” scene.

paternity

my father
has been gone
exactly a year today
and the memories of
his dying taste like chalk
on a parched tongue…
but the memories of his living
smell like mountain trout,
burnt cream puffs, chlorine
of pool where he saved me
from drowning.

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A quadrille of forty-four words linked to dVerse poets.

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A quadrille of 44 words on theme of “paper” linked to dVerse Poets

 

it’s world poetry day
but you probably won’t
read it in the newspapers
poems aren’t news any-
more than recipes are
novels but why not?
publish a peace poem
on front page of today’s
issue with bold print, yell
“extra, read all about it!”

point-of-view

under oath, bound
it astounds
why witnesses testify
to different perceptions
of same event
are these misconceptions?

even siblings
possess varying views
more or less of
their mother and dad;
of growing-up,
experiences had

emotions come
and depart
through eyes of the heart!


This week at dVerse Poets, Bjorn invites us to use our eyes to write a quadrille (44-word poem). A post today by Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey gave me the ideas for my poem. Image from http://www.mirror.co.uk

winds of war

Joseph Farquharson ‘Cauld Blaws the Wind Frae East to West’ (1888)

war is a

desolate, cold mountain;

obstacle to and reason for refugees

where savage wind blows fear,

pelting rain drives misery,

grief burdens the weary,

even as

memories, dreams

ooze away with mud.


Linking this quadrille to dVerse for a “March wind” ekphrastic challenge with Merril…

power of presence

Quadrille (44 words) on Lisa’s “abide” theme for dVerse. Based on Mark 4:35-41. (Background is Moseley Waves blue wallpaper)

Yesterday, Pastor John Lee preached on this text and reminded us that although God might not calm the storm outside, or quiet the storm inside us, Jesus always remains with us “in the boat”.

diversity at plymouth

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“Landing of Pilgrims” by Henry A. Bacon, 1877

november 1620
pilgrims land late, lost
with strangers in a strange land

such smallish ship
holds diverse perspectives
all agree on rules for unruly unity

possibilities vulnerable
nearly half don’t survive winter
makeshift common house hospital

native americans
share knowledge, resources,
reasons for thanksgiving

A quadrille on “possibilities” with dverse poets...

by grace alone

Mayflower II on the Open Seas by Montague Dawson

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boatload of faith
puritans flee persecution
embark for freedom to worship

bible believers,
soldiers, profit seekers
travel together in tight quarters

illness on board
violent storms at sea
God’s providence holds fast

birth of child on
vast ocean of hope
blessing for future colony

Another quadrille about the pilgrims; written second but prequels my first…

wait for squeals

Happiness is…

mittens to wear
in crisp fall air

take off your shoes
(eschew bad news)

caterpillars wiggle
as grandkids giggle

jumping bean
on a trampoline

funny fun is the goal
as we slip, trip, and roll

bouncing  past

into,

over

siblings and cousins.


Link to dVerse where Lillian hosts a happiness project…

look up

A photo and quadrille of 44 words for dVerse poets on “sky” theme…

i desire to be
a prisoner of hope
captivated by love

learning to surrender
to ultimate good will;

transformed, renewed,
impassioned and freed

to serve, unreservedly, as
we await full redemption


when Jesus, our glorious
hope, returns in blazing
sky with power to reign!


“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. “

(Romans 5:1 & 2 NIV)

remember me

Joining Victoria Slotto and dVerse poets in the garden…


 

robin dips in birdbath

tiller turns black loam
to plant potatoes early

sugar-snap peas on fence
deep red geraniums in pots

pick peppers and ripest
tomatoes for pint jars
of homemade salsa

memories embedded in
rubber palm, fabric back
of mom’s garden gloves

 

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da bomb

 

blue lips confess

tasting frozen delight

hyperactivity on a stick

fructose corn syrup high

flavors layered like the flag

cherry, lime, jazzy razzberry

hot july day at grandma’s

you know you want one

let taste buds explode

sweetness trickles in

cool

drips

off

chin

 

 


Join Kim at dVerse poets where we’re writing blue quadrilles…

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