Earth Sighs–dVerse Open Link Night

 

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Earth Sighs
A Quadrille

In the gentle whisper of a breeze
I heard, “Be-
wilder.”

My loamy breast broke forth
in bloom,
cacophonies of colors rose,
swayed in birdsong.

Open-mouthed blue-
bells brushed silent blushing
roses. (Shush.)

Weeds abound, dance joyfully
abandoning white fluffy seeds
to the wind.

A poet-friend and I meet monthly to share forms and poetry. I introduced her to the Quadrille and she chose the word “Bewilder.” This is my effort, inspired by my garden that was largely neglected due to my wrist injuries and thrived without me. Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.

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.

of a gray september day

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

of a gray september day

this early morning
(pewter-skied day),
i long for shadow-slices
undulating among rocky crags,
swooping into tree trunk crevices,
unraveling ribbons
of golden sunshine–
light tickled by grass threads.

yesterday, they clung sensually
to a solitary rose,
her beauty now swept
beneath a leaden shroud.

Photo: V. Slotto

Photo: V. Slotto

My favorite prompt, the Quadrille, a 44-word poem (exactly, exclusive of the title)! This week De is looking for the word SHADOW in the poem itself. Stop by dVersePoets Pub with your Quadrille and sip delight by reading the submissions of other poets, sharing comments, too. The prompt is open all week.

 

earthbound, today–dVerse Quadrille

In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it would be to touch
the earth instead of
the emptiness of air and the endless
freshets of wind?

Mary Oliver
Song for Autumn

earthbound, today

like leaves
slumbering on earth’s sweet body
protected from buffets
of unrelenting winds

I find my center
in the warmth of your embrace
listen to the pounding
of your heart

you hold me close
in the freshness
of early autumn air
and I surrender

Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

Today, Dee invites us to consider the nearing approach of autumn by writing a Quadrille using the word LEAVES. A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, no more, no less, exclusive of the title. Should you like to join in, head on over to dVerse Poets

Sweet World–dVerse OLN

Why should a tree be so sweet and live
in this world?
Mary Oliver
“Honey Locust”

Sweet World
a Quadrille

We walk below low-hanging branches,
variegated leaves hang heavy on her boughs
dabbed randomly with bright yellow green
splotches of wondrous watercolor whimsy.

On high, two woodpeckers play percussion.
Lacy tickle-leaves tease us with whisper touches.
We taste the sweetness of this blessed moment.

We have an abundance of these lovely trees in our neighborhood.

We have an abundance of these lovely trees in our neighborhood.

Today’s the day to hang around dVerse–it’s Open Link Night where you are invited to share any poetic form, any topic that pleases you. I love the discipline and surprises that the quadrille offers–a poem of exactly 44 words. Please join us at the pub.

nesting

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nesting
a quadrille (44 words, excluding title)

outside my second story window
breezes ruffle feathers
lining an empty
robin’s nest.

i saw her only once
and she saw me
perhaps she was afraid

but still, there sits the nest—
an empty reminder
of so many
empty dreams

sunlight backlights
hopeful branches

I’m hoping to join in as much as possible for daily prompts offered during July at Poetic Bloomings. The prompt for today is Summer Breezes. Of course, I’m late–but still looking forward to being a part of “An Entertaining Summer,” The theme of the monthly challenge. Because of the bi-weekly prompt at dVerse, I’m starting to think in quadrilles.

but the Lord was not in the violent wind–dVerse Quadrille

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but the Lord was not in the violent wind
1 Kings 19:11

whisper to me, gentle breeze
breath divine, speak love
heart me now, creative word
paint me strokes of wild color
float me high above fluffy clouds
wandering, wispy, wondering
where you hide
play me strings of harmony
lull me into grace,
oh, gentle breeze

Bjorn hosts Quadrille 10 this week at dVerse Poets’ Pub. The poem must be exactly 44 words and include the word “breeze.”

The title and poem is inspired by I Kings 19, 11-13. Elijah, seeking God on the mountain top finally finds him in a gentle breeze. Here’s the source quote:

Then the Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain top before the Lord; the Lord will pass by. There was a strong and violent wind rending the mountains–but the Lord was not in the wind; after the wind, an earthquake–but the Lord was not in the earthquake; after the earthquake, fire–but the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire, a light silent sound. When he heard this, Elijah hid his face in his cloak…”

the light of early morning–dVerse Quadrille #6

Today, I’m hosting a Quarille Prompt at dVerse. The form requires you to write a poem of exactly 44 words, no more, no less and to use a specific word. Today’s word is SHIMMER. Please join us–it’s a lot of fun. The doors open at 3:00 PM EDT.

Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

the light of early morning

curls forth,
shimmers on the pond
stirred restlessly by breeze.

egret waits for stillness
at water’s edge.

mama duck leads her brood
back into hiding
beneath a dense hedge
of bougainvilla.
this morning, one less duckling.

hawk perches
on a low lying branch,
well-sated.

I culled the title and first line of this poem from Mary Oliver’s poem
“Four Sonnets,” from her collection “Felicity”

I’d also like to let you know that I’ve started a new blog with my husband: The Photography of David and Victoria Slotto. We are currently taking part in a challenge hosted by Jennifer Nichole Wells based on the 120 colors in a box of Crayolas–lots of fun.

 

It Is No Small Thing to Sparkle

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It Is No Small Thing to Sparkle
(Mary Oliver)
a quadrille

This title begs to be a poem,
and today, perhaps,
it will write itself—

About
blue-green oceans
receding relentlessly.

About
foam left behind
upon the sandy shore.

About
the shimmery bubble
that holds inside

a universe
full of the life
and brilliant colors
of creation.

Linked to dVerse’s Monday Prompt to write a Quadrille, a poem of 44 words, no more, no less, using this week’s prompt using the word, BUBBLE. Take a chance and have a lot of fun.

The title of this poem is from Mary Oliver’s poem, Four Sonnets, which I read this morning in her latest book of poetry, Felicity.

Dance Joy–OLN dVerse Poets

Dance Joy–a Quadrille

It’s winter now.
Butterflies are gone,
sunshine
streaks through gray.

You celebrate, dance joy.

A monochromatic palette
paints my world.
Leaves moulder
nourish damp soil,
prepare for new growth.

I dance
my own autumn
until the day
I, too, may encounter butterflies
in spring.

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I missed the recent prompt to write a quadrille–a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word dance with an object. So, I took an old poem I had saved in my “Edit or Trash” file and did a complete overhaul on it. I wrote this in about 2002 for a friend of mine who had died at a very young age, Karen Casey, age 55. Hope I make it in time!