I Am–dVerse OLN, a Quadrille

I penned this too late for De’s Quadrille prompt last week, so here it is for OLN using the word WINK. Sorry I’ve been absent so long. My husband was away for seven weeks to oversee work in Palm Desert and left his huge garden responsibilities to me! Not to mention our spoiled dogs.

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I Am
a Quadrille

I am a periwinkle sky in May,
obsidian roiling sea when winter
winks at weakening boundaries.
And when summer evening
breezes kiss the dusk, there you will
find me waiting ‘neath the
sheltering green of maples.
Watch carefully and you will see.

Linked to dVerse Poet’s Open Link Night. Join in with a poem of your choice: any form, any topic.


Snowbird–Frank Tassone’s Haiki Challenge #32


Photo Victoria Slotto

winter in warm clime
mockingbird bird sings joyfully
new life mimics spring

A late submission to Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #32.

Come Back to Me–dVerse Poetics

I’m posting this for Paul’s prompt at dVerse Poetics on the theme of Grace. Please be aware that I will not have Internet access for a few days, but will return visits here and for the Quadrille later in the week.

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Come Back to Me

Grace came like a feather
on a spring zephyr,
swirled restlessly in nature’s
flow before settling
(again) so gently within.

Awakening–dVerse Qudarille Monday


First sun scrapes its way
through dense pewter clouds,
scatters dreams.

Shadows of bare branches
pour through gauzy curtains,
spill onto the white comforter.

The poet stirs, collects
words that leap from
darkness into wonder.

Freshness dispels entropy;
can hope endure, linger?
Even thrive?

Photo: Victoria Slotto

Happy New Year to all my poet friends. Busyness has overwhelmed me, and although the next few days will be quite challenging, I long to write more. So, today, I’m jumping in to dVerse Haibun Monday, where we are writing poems of exactly 44 words, excluding title. Today’s prompt requires us to use the word LEAP. Please join us. The prompt is open all week. I will return comments, but most likely not until the end of the week. Be blessed in 2018.

This Tunnel Has No Light at Its Ending

This Tunnel Has No Light at Its Ending

Black notes hang
in a barren equinox sky,
fade into a cry of
wonder that echoes
as though in a dark tunnel.

You balance the cup
of deep water before
a moment of stolen hope emerges
then abandon yourself
to pure gravity

before ripping apart the
warm core of your being.
Can you taste
the texture of wind,
that carries cries of forgiveness.

The memory of a crowing
cock haunts you
constantly, doesn’t it?
Life ebbs slowly when you
break your promises.
Doesn’t it?

Today, I am hosting for dVerse Meeting the Bar, Critique and Craft. We are playing with symbolism as used in poetry and literature. Can you identify the emotion I am attempting to express in this poem–a very old one that I rewrote?

Photo: racrapopulous” Free Usage

sunday morning–dVerse Quadrille

Caption: Victoria Slotto

sunday morning
(in the manner of Chinese wilderness poets)

snow dusts silent earth
branches bow beneath its touch
cedar wax wings descend to berry filled trees

moon drops behind Sierra
morning sun stretches lazily
paints sky in hues of rose

frozen grass crunches beneath feet
distant train signals crossing
hope hides in shadows

Welcome to dVerse Poets Quadrille this week–my favorite prompt! Today De is asking us to write our poem of 44 words, no more, no less (excluding title) within which we will include the word “crunch.” I’ve just begun reading “Mountain Home: The Wilderness Poetry of Ancient China,” translated by David Hinton.  I suspect that, little as I grasp of it, there will be some influence in my writing. Do you feel a sense of emptiness?

Please join us at the pub with your 44-word crunchy poem. The doors swing open Monday at 3 PM EST.