Spring Eternal–dVerse Quadrille

Spring Eternal

She’d lost the spring in her step,
(it’s true.)
But the twinkle in her eye,
mischievous,
kept her young—
an icon of joy.

“It’s love,” she told me,
“only love,
that makes me who
who I am.
No winter in this heart
of mine.”

Photo: David Slotto
My mother at age 90-something.

Kim is hosting dVerse Quadrille today asking for a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title, using the word SPRING in any of its forms. I was a bit surprised where this one took me. We would love to see you join us for the prompt that is available to you all week.

The Loveliness of Faith–dVerse Quadrille

Public Domain

Public Domain

The Loveliness of Faith

You sigh.
I hear the scent
of more to come,
touch the promise
in your ghostly whisper—
only a wisp of grace,
so like the fragrant rose
outside your window.
Take my hand.
Lead me where you will,
beloved one.
I have no fear.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille where we write a poem of exactly 44 words and, for this prompt, include the word ghost.

after a desert rain–dVerse Quadrille

after a desert rain

drab colors come alive
gray-to-mahogany
vibrant yellow silver
shimmering sand

clouds hang low
over mountain tops
wisps of mist curl
in crevices of rocky heights

I swoosh through water
puddled on the highway
watch hawk swoop low
searching for basking prey

sun peeks through

A very late entry for dVerse Quadrille Monday–44 words using the word curl.

the color of longing–dVerse quadrille

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

the color of longing
a quadrille

early winter doldrums
sky heavy with payne’s gray clouds
birds silent, gone

flowers sag
leaves weep while chill
seeps into old bones

but then a vibrant flash
an incongruous spark-
ing of a flame

shedding warmth
on this cold scene
(so like your touch)

Today, for our wonderful quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets, we are invited to submit a poem of exactly 44 words, no more, no less, that uses the work SPARK in any of its forms. Please join us for this prompt. The link is open all week.

This rose opened this last week, smack dab in the middle of our flower garden, defying the withering of everything else. I’ve cut back all the other rose bushes so this is truly “the last rose of summer.”

I will also add this to Cee’s Daily Flower (photography) prompt.

Miscarriage–dVerse Quadrille

Photo: Pondero.com

Photo: Pondero.com

miscarriage
a quadrille

sun shining through these changing leaves
back lights a cloud of downy feathers
lining a never-used nest

a lonely ray slips through my shutters
reminds me of another empty nest

i couldn’t dry her tears
tear down the blazing memories
her hope still unfulfilled.

A second poem for dVerse Quadrille # 18–using the word Cloud.

of a pristine october morn

Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

of a pristine october morn

blue glass sky, cloud-
less, diamond dew-studs,
shimmering hoar frost

leaves blush at branches bare
bold crickets cry frantically
singing last-chance choruses

a flagging rose scatters petals
before winter’s advent
and i watch life slip
from between my fingers

Written for Kim’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets’ Pub–asking for a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word cloud.

Goodbye, Old Friend

NPR

NPR

Goodbye, Old Friend

Lengthening shadow on the fairway.
He walks alone on that final hole.

We watch him leave—
It wasn’t so much the greatness of his game
as the integrity of his life,
the care he showed to each person.

His smile lights up the heavens.

Yesterday, the world of golf lost a King. Arnold Palmer, who made a lasting impact on the game in so many ways, finished his round. In life, the Grand Slam eluded him, yet still his record on the PGA tour was in every way impressive. But more so, his person. Arnold was a truly loving human being. I see that as being the Grand Slam of living.

I’m sharing this with dVerse Quadrille…my third link. Sorry if I overwhelm Mr. Linky, but this man is worth a tribute, even though the poetry is so-so.

arnie