vacation plans hatched

 

follow
hot pavement
highway 26 winding
thru Hatch, New Mexico,
small, world famous,
village heats up
every Labor Day
weekend for
Chile Festival
greenest valley
of state grows
best peppers,
pecans, cotton.
also home of
Sparky’s
green chile
cheese
burger
you’ll
wanna
drive
in

 


Quadrille #35 prompt with Kim hosting at dVerse Poets pub this week…

sound of rain

pitter – pat – patter

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on sidewalk

spitter – spat – spatter

on windowpane

beads drip

from

clothesline

baubles drop

from

leafed vine

gutters gurgle

cheerily

rivulets burble

merrily

umbrella unfolds

earthworm unholes

birdsong stills as

rain gauge fills

lightning tumbles

thunder rumbles

cloudburst pours

find shelter indoors!


Quadrille prompt on “sound” ideas with Victoria at dVerse

disappointment’s questions

 

cow pushes

hard, long

granddaughters

come along

to witness birth of calf

girls interested in kittens

already few weeks old

realize something wrong

in birth canal – nose, one hoof

show but never second foot

leg bent unnaturally

cannot push out

(naturally)

must pull

stillborn

 


Unfortunately, this was our experience yesterday…linking quadrille to dVerse.

it’s later than we think

 

twice every year

daylight savings time

messes with my inner clock

an insomniac’s seasonal nightmare

hard to say which is harder

on mind and body:

to spring ahead or fall back

why do we try to

interfere when time

doesn’t wish to be saved?

 


Time for quadrille #28 at dVerse Poets Pub this week!

history tamed wild west

 

tailings of silver mine…

restored schoolhouse boasts

plank floor, rolled maps, stove.

main street brothels burned,

rusty bank safe deposited

in dry wash,  coal house and

water tank remember trains.

iron fence borders cemetery

atop boot hill,  rock piles

mark graves of ghost town.

 


Kim hosts quadrille#26 at dVerse Poets…write 44-words, including “ghost”.

hope for renewal

 

Linking a quadrille on theme of “dawn” with dVerse Poets this week…


now

aurora breaks

this fresh beginning

pink bud of day’s flower

best chance to start again

chosen expect a new dawning

resurrection of men and women

of every tribe, nation and race

new beings recreated, whole

tread gently on new earth

live together in love

 speak peace

then

whispered in forest

 

breathe clear mountain air

camp beneath whispering

pines listen to nocturnal

noise as whispers of clouds

shadow dance with haloed moon

campfire embers glow while

smoke-curl whispers spiral up

i welcome irresistible tickle

when you whisper soft into ear

warm touch overwhelms words

 


Joining De and dVerse Poets at the pub for a round of quadrilles…

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.

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