moisture’s dew point

Kim at dVerse Poets hosts “rain” quadrille (44 words) prompt this week…

 

mist hangs thin veil

covers landscape, 

shrouds horizon.

sky heavy with humidity

air’s mood presses in,

mildly claustrophobic;

when clouds cannot rain.

 

hair hangs thick veil

covers face,

shrouds emotion.

heart heavy with futility

mind’s mood presses in,

wildly claustrophobic;

when tears cannot reign.

 

 

(not) just for kicks

A quadrille muddle at dVerse Poets pub this week…

 

it’s chores time on our family farm
calves gathered in a huddle
to vaccinate from microbe harm
we chase them, catch ‘n cuddle

sometimes the work goes like a charm
sometimes the herd’s befuddled
calves vs. farmers by the barn
in an unlucky, mucky muddle!

 

 

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“innocence”  –  lynn

crowds follow

logo-napowrimoLillian “gathers” poets to write quadrilles at dVerse this week…

 

Gather
for instruction
in synagogue
teacher sits down,
unrolls scripture scroll
“I have come”

Gather
for confrontation
in street
demon-possessed boy
falls, foams, rolls on ground
“Evil be gone.”

Gather
for healing
in home
lame man stands, rolls up mat
“You’re made whole.”

 

 

way of Christ’s triumphal entry (beggar)

photo by lynn

fruity freefall

De at dVerse challenges us to write a quadrille (44 words) with a little “zip” in it!


 

hey, bae, it’s okay

take poetic time-out

creative juice surf’s up

let your imagination

go zip-lining!

paintbrush crush

colour your wourld

kiwi lime and cyanberry

don’t refrain

your right(eous) brain

from livin’ life out loud

make magnetic magic

taste tangy tangerine

whee feelin’ gigglee!

 

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slightly cracked

 

you may

call me egg-head

for trying to write a

spring quadrille of eggs

-actly forty-four words (now

you know that forty-four counts

as one word, right?) and also for

making this poem egg-shaped,

(simply eggs-ceptional) just

don’t egg me on to pen

more yolks!

 

 

 


Kim hosts an “egg” quadrille prompt for dVerse Poets this week before Easter…

lamb will roar

 

prince of this world

like a lion in lamb’s wool

sneaking, seeking prey

as one who would devour

 

we like sheep sleep

 

King of the universe

like a Lamb led to his

shearing, spearing, pray

to One who would ransom

 

sheep from death’s sleep

 

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lion statue – pexels.com

 

 

struggle is real

An etheree poem with 10 lines of increasing syllables.This is also a quadrille of 44 words, including the word “fire”. Read more at d’Verse Poets pub

 

stress

hard pressed

fire’s hot test

find release valve

to manage pressure

start to count love’s good gifts

name all that makes you grateful

hold joy in life’s little moments

live each day with enthusiasm

clinging to hope, you will not crash and burn

 


It’s calving time on the farm and our manager/son had an emergency appendectomy so he’s laid up for a month. The rest of us are working hard trying to cover for his absence! 

concerning…

 

another absent father

whether unwed, divorced,

or imprisoned.

 

family needs stability, child lacks security

 

boy without manly model,

abandoned heart.

educational system poor fit,

disillusioned mind.

socialization by bullies,

tormented soul.

 

when slow burning anger eventually flares into violent rage,

 

why are we surprised?

 

 


An open letter in quadrille form, linking to d’Verse Poets.

whimsical banquet of delight

A quadrille (exactly 44 words) for Victoria’s poem prompt at dVerse this week. We recently visited Princeville Botanical Gardens in Kauai and enjoyed a fabulous tour!

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helaconia spectabilis

 

 

Tour of

garden botanical

on island tropical

inspires poetical verse.

 

We admire

foliage fantastical

blossoms symmetrical

design creational diverse.

 

To explain

health benefits topical

know ripe fruits medicinal

guide is natural nurse.

 

To taste

dark chocolate delectable

cacao content palatable

tourist opens available purse!

 

 

 

ethical questions

 

 

how long believe
blind rhetoric?

why hire doctors
to do harm?

instrumental rape
violates mother with child

what kind of ghastly
choice is offered?

by salt poisoning, chemicals,
or crunch of infant skull

when will men honor
mothers’ calling?

where have hope’s
children gone?

 

 



Linking with dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…sorry this topic is neither pleasant nor Christmasy. Yet our brokenness and sin is why Christ came…as an infant to a poor, young woman in seemingly scandalous circumstances. Would we have aborted Jesus?

A rock solid Q

“Q” for quadrille at dVerse Poets and “Q” for queue as in a line up of rocks.

 

Rock & Roll

Rosetta Stone

Rock of Gibraltar

Stonehenge

Ayers Rock

Easter Island

Rocky I & II

Blarney Stone

Plymouth Rock

The Sphinx

Rock-a-bye Baby

Rolling Stone

Hope Diamond

Rocky & Bullwinkle

 

“On Christ the solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.”

rode the mother road

Joining dVerse poets with quadrille #44 for “kicks” tonight 🙂  A “quadrille” is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including title…I counted hyphenated words as 2.

 

since nineteen

twenty-six, midway

thru roarin’ twenties,

classic car aficionados

cooly cruised or raced

rip-roarin’ midway

across america’s past,

passed, and passing

drive-ins, diners,

and wigwam motels

motoring along

singing a song

wheeling to

get their kicks

on route sixty-six!

 

 

 

 

 

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