Forever-Love, dVerse Quadrille Monday

Forever-Love

As years passed, her hair turned fuller’s white and the pains and joys of life etched wrinkles on her face. Eyes still sparkled. In her muddled mind, she knew him still.

rough gnarly branches,
spring blossoms flourished on twigs
he stayed at her side.

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A Haibun/Quadrille inspired by a number of former patients, linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday, where the word to use is “Muddle.” A Haibun is a short piece of prose followed by a seasonal haiku. A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words that uses a specific word offered by the prompter. Please join in at dVerse Monday Quadrille.

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dVerse Quadrille–Assault

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Assault

A Quadrille

Words force entry,
molest every conscious thought—
then, surrender, I must,
or endure unrelenting torture.

(Flames rage, out-
rage across our valley,
scorch acres
of pine, cheat grass–
assault, blast,
torment
verdant mountain ranges
where wild life
surrenders)

Burning out-of-control,
Words hound me
like fire.

Posted for dVerse Quadrille where we are to write a poem of exactly 44 words that must include the word FIRE. Please join us.

Slow Burn–dVerse Quadrille

Marine

Photo: US Marine Corps

Slow Burn
A Quadrille

In my dream,
spot-fires bleed across the foothills,
crest on the summit,
swoop into our valley,
consume, burn
relentlessly.

I sensed a restless-
ness last night
you told me
“It’s the weather,
the threatening storm.”

In the morning,
when I awaken,
you are gone.

Today I’m hosting the Quadrille at dVerse Poets and the word I’m looking for is burn. I took an old poem that was quite short, changed it up a bit, and this is what came out of it. This is fictional.

dVerse Quadrille–Two for You

For dVerse Quadrille this week, I have the pleasure of hosting and am asking for a poem of exactly 44 words that includes the word poem or a word that is related. See the posting on dVerse for a list of possibilities and further instructions.

I am going to include two poems in one post: the first is for today’s prompt and the second contains all the words thus far in our second 44 word series.

Photo: David Slotto

Just a Click Away
A Quadrille

In this fast-paced world
can we hear hummingbird
sipping spring pollen?

Can we seize beauty,
shroud her in a perfect word,
simmer poetry?

How does silence grow
between autumn leaves
as they fall gently to earth?

Hurry, this offer
will go quickly.
Act now!

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Poem-ing
A Quadrille with all the words to date: rock, crunch, leap, bounce, poem.

 

This is not a poem
about poetry, but rather words.
Words that leap into your soul
You play with them,
fall in love until they
bounce upon the page.
Crunch-tumble them
into meaning-fullness.
See how they disconcert,
rock. Toss you from
your comfort zone.

Skiing Through Life

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Skiing Through Life
a Quadrille

Sturdy as a rock,
supple as a tree branch,
gentle as a mother
with her newborn baby,

high as a star,
deep as mountain lakes,
you hurl yourself
into your future—
letting go, risking, leaping,
landing with a bounce,
crunching leaves
in winter white.

A quadrille with the four words offered so far. Join us at dVerse Quadrille–the prompt word for this week is bounce.

Arise–dVerse Quadrille

Arise

Blurred colors—rainbows bouncing
in prismatic waterdrops on palm fronds.
Think of oft-overlooked miracles.
Life wants to drink slowly, savor
the moment-to-moment unfolding of a flower,
the hatching, fledging, soaring of an eagle,
(of thoughts) heavenward, lifting
our world a step closer to joy.

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Please join us for the Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words sans title, at dVerse Poets. De is asking us to use the word BOUNCE this week. 

Dark Night–Quadrille

Dark Night
Quadrille—Winter iii

Photo: Victoria Slotto

My soul wanders
in a dark forest.
Winter cold pierces
ebony skies and I
seek you,
my rock-in-hiding.

Fear leaps up
when I hear the crunch, crunch
of footsteps in dry leaves,
approaching from behind.

I turn to find you—
light shimmering
with warmth.

This is my 3rd Quadrille with all the words from our second series of poems with exactly 44 words. The 3 words thus far: rock, crunch and leap.