crossing the quadrille

 
a bridge is a bridge is…

an act of faith

an art of engineering

an avenue of commerce

an advance of connection

 
a bridge is a bridge is…

an achievement of minds

an arch of triumphs

an arm of invasion

an altar of fire

 


Tuesday’s theme at dVerse Poetics is “bridge”…let’s play!

can’t live without scars

Read more quadrilles (44 word poem) on “scars” at dVerse Poets pub.

 

scars are marks

of prized memories,

show ‘n tell skin events

have made us who we are;

our lifetime misadventures of

bicycle stunts, high climbing feats

fake sword fights, rake encounters of

the worst kind, dull slips of sharp blades,

removal of warts, crazy cow kicks, and birthing.

 

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billiards, anyone?

 

how to sink a

quadrille on “cue”?

first, eat plate of

tangy pork BBQ

at local pub

called “The Cue”

then, chalk up

tip of cue

call a pocket

sight level aim

at cue ball

in pool hall

take center stage

right on cue!


Linking to “quadrille Monday” at dVerse Poets with De.  I already voted but may need diversion from the hotly-contested election today!  Hope to read others’ poetry…

blues on a window(pain)

Linking “cloud” quadrille (44 word poem) with dVerse Poets…(photo by lynn)

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monday mood

in layers of grey

lowering, glowering

clouds are shrouds

for secret fears

and private tears

as each soul

only knows of

its own sorrows;

cannot fathom another’s

though true sisters/brothers

might try to sigh

with kindred spirit’s cry

in overcast

empathy.

 


“Each heart knows its own bitterness…  ” -Proverbs 14:10

hidden in shadow

Dedicated to the family of Henry Wynia, who passed away 8-27-16.

 

Beloved,

bereaved by

an accidental fall

into valley of death’s shadow

dark night of grief

He bottles our tears

father’s life in our Father’s hands

He battles our fears

soul rests in relief

under his strong wings’ shelter

a providential call

comforted by

Beloved.

 


A quadrille/mirror poem linked to dVerse Poets.

ephphatha: be opened

Prayer in “quadrille” form, exactly forty-four words…link to dVerse Poets


 

Open my hands

to receive extravagant grace

Open my ears

to hear shepherd’s voice

Open my eyes

to see beauty of narrow way

Open my mind

to know transforming truth

Open my mouth

to speak words of hope

Open my heart

to love courageously.

 


Jesus spoke “Ephphatha!” to deaf/mute man (see Mark 7:31-37)

seasonal affective quadrille

Written for dVerse poets quadrille #15 on “leaves” theme.
 

cicada chorus hums in grass

daylight shuffles a retreat

autumnal dirge crescendos fast

music follows frosty sleet

 

mournful geese raise the call

barren branches grieve their leaves

flutter down in wistful fall

time’s march sighs reprieve

 

when voice of pumpkin

sings ripely from garden

a perfect storm

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medication

cocktail clouds

mind’s darkening spanse as toxicity

to geriatric brain wreaks chemical jarring

of thought process;  hallucinations condense

in shower of nonsensical stories

that plop randomly from

slurred lips onto wary

ears of unnerved

family members

in search

of cover

from

stray

volt-

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A quadrille (44 word poem) submitted to dVerse Poets on “jar” theme. 

savour the journey

 
each of us

chooses our own

pace on this

journey of life

 

some people rush by in a frantic hurry to get ahead of the rest

 

the poets

among

us,

start and stop,

pausing

to

admire

the weed that

blooms

in the

sidewalk

crevice.

 


Grace interviews one of dVerse Poets  founders, Brian Miller, and offers quadrille prompt on word, “journey”. 

rose quote quadrille

 

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.      ~Gertrude Stein

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(photo by lynn)

 

 

love is a rose is a
rose is a tightly rolled
tender bud is a sweetly
opening blossom is a slow
unfurl of soft petaled glory is an
irresistible, heady fragrance
is a wilting passion ravishly
spent is a sharp thorn
prick to the heart

 

We’re smelling the roses at dVerse poetics and writing 44-word quadrilles!

ode to a form

yes, it

requires

some skill

to write a

real quadrille;

musical, like

a trill, a thrill

to take up

your best quill

let creative

juices spill;

count each

word,

you will

keep writing

until the

quota of

cuarenta y cuatro

you fill…

then chill.

 


Chilling at the poets’ pub today, writing quadrilles on the word “spill”.

 

breezy little poem

 

gentle quiver shivers maple leaves

reveals flash of their silver underside

quiet breath whispers subtle tease

where downy baby owlets hide

 

stronger gust flexes tops of trees

may blow in raindrops late today

squirrel kits sleep fits and sneeze

when swing in spring’s breezeway

 

 

A quadrille (44 words) linked to dVerse Poets pub.

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