For dVerse Poets Pub quadrille 119
Against the Storm
Windows tight against the storm
curtains straight, nothing flutters
it is the way of storms to blow
wind pounding against shutters
leaves to fall and scatter
winds of change wash over me
as raindrops fall and splatter
cleansing my spirit my soul set free
Linked to JusJoJan # 26 “shutter”
Til next time ~stay trippy hippies ~JP
Dabbling at Art — a Quadrille
The trail was hardscrabble
and loose sienna sand
bluejays singing babble
sky grey and bland
over boulders I grappled
as gait became unsteady
leeside shade was dappled
paint and canvas at the ready
the clouds begin to part
I begin dabbling at my art
word count 44
For dVerse Quadrille – dabbling
Til next time ~Stay Trippy hippies ~JP
Lisa is hosting our dVerse quadrille challenge with our prompt of “abide”
When I first read the prompt, my mind immediately went to love poetry, not quite my mood today. The winds are fierce and I am practicing a little kitchen witchery with a chicken carcass. Naturally, I immediately thought of soup. I make soup like my Grandma made, boiling left-over bones down for stock. My kitchen (OK actually my whole house) smells divine on this blustery autumn day. On chilly windy days, we made soup and she would tell me the story of “Stone Soup” ah but that’s a tale for another day.
Soup – a meal in a can?
“Soup’s good for you”, she said
vegetable, chicken or chili instead
served piping hot with cheese and bread.
Canned soups I simply can’t abide
never knowing what may lurk inside
too often thin, tasteless, and bland
so I make my own whenever I can
word count 44
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
Whimsy Gizmo is our host for dVerse quadrille and asks us:
Scribble us a poem of possibility using just 44 words, including some form of the word possible.
Possibly Possible
the night is filled
with the auspicious
portent of possibility
for what the sun
will bring with dawning,
possible futures
lay aside the probability
of chance and dream
of hope and possibilities
throw open the window
of second chances and
all that is possible
word count 44
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
Whimsygizmo is hosting this month’s quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub and asks to polarize ourselves with a poem of 44 words, including “magnet.”
Pull of the Compass
Your voice reached my ears
and drew my eyes to you
with all the force of an electro-magnet
my heart followed
the way a compass points north
and then my mind
with unerring precision
I know in a manner unknowing
precisely where you are
word count 44
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
Linda Lee Lyberg is our host for quadrille this week and has given us the challenge of “Magic” We could all use a little magic right now.
Looking for Magic
A dandelion wish
blown to the wind
a grandchild’s kiss
my heart to mend
look to the rainbow
look to the moon
look for the magic
you’ll find it soon
magic of words
gentle and kind
just look for magic
and magic you’ll find
word count 44
Strange Magic – ELO
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Whimsy Gizmo is hosting dVerse Quadrille this week and asks us to “stir” things up a bit. Supermoon magic brewing here at chez spoons, so …
Full Moon Magic
Bit of this, pinch of that
tongue of dog, wool of bat
something magic might occur
give the cauldron a thorough stir
Kitchen spoon of a restaurateur
add a pinch of balsam fir
let the powers now confer
full moon magic begins to stir
word count 44
Witches Brew — Omnia
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Mish is hosting dVerse Quadrille this week and has beckoned us with the prompt of “peel.” Late winter in the Black Hills with spring just around the corner is all about change, peeling back the layers of winter snow to catch a glimpse of the promise of warmer days to come.
Peel Back the Layers
Slither out
of yesterday’s dream
peel back the layers
and start again
like a snake whose skin
has grown too tight
peel back the layers
of the inevitable
march of time
peel back the layers
one by one
learning to walk
before we run
word count 44
Old Hippie – Bellamy Brothers
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Whimsygizmo is hosting Quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub this week and has given us the prompt of “fill.”
Stay Little a Little Longer
Stay little a little longer
so I can hold you
a few moments more
here by the warm glowing fire
toys covering the floor
Childhood is too soon over
I’ll never have my fill
of storybooks and silly rhymes,
days of Jack and Jill
Word count 44
Puff the Magic Dragon — Peter, Paul & Mary
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Lillian is hosting dVerse Poets Pub final Quadrille of 2019 and asks us to glow with the season. “Write a quadrille (a poem of EXACTLY 44 words, not including the title) AND include the word “glow” or a form of the word within the body of the poem. A synonym for glow does not fulfill the prompt. It must be the word, or a form of the word.”
Dancing in the Glow
Waning moonlight shines
on the forest below
painted now and covered
with icicles and snow
wild dancing ’round
the firelight’s glow
the winter pixies
perform their show
but old Mother Winter
doesn’t watch alone
I gaze in silent wonder
frost nipping at my nose
Word count 44
And Winter Came – Enya
Til next time ~ May the joy of the holidays glow in your heart ~JPP
(Sorry couldn’t resist) 😉
