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!
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!
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?
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.
“Ihave a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.
What happened
to distinctly american dream
of liberty & justice
for ALL,
equal opportunity regardless of race?
What happened
to respect
for human life,
our constitutional
law & order,
non-violent freedom of
speech & assembly?
What happened
to ONE nation
under God?
Wake to dream again!
Quadrille (44 words) for dVerse Poets where De invites us to dream together!
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