De (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting Quadrilles at dVerse Poets Pub and has asked for a poem about “bother” what bothers us, what do we find bothersome? What gets us hot and bothered? Hmmm … as I poke my muse repeatedly until she finally gets tired of being bothered and manages to convey some sort of inspiration.
Dreams of Late — a quadrille
At night of late dark dreams have come frightening and bothersome dark shapes I cannot see swoop, harass and bother me moonless skies throughout the night colors fading from my sight searching for the moon’s bright light I wake to find it’s all illusion
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
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
Linda Lee Lybergis 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
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
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
De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting at dVerse Poets pub for Quadrille 93. “Pen us a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the wordspirit.”
Spirit of Light
A star in the dark shall be woken light from the shadows shall spring spirit so strong can’t be broken bells too long silent won’t ring remember to listen and hear when one star stands alone in the darkness then every nightmare shall fear
Whimsygizmo is hosting quadrille night at dVerse Poets Pub tonight and bids us take a crack at poeming.
My Wabi Sabi* Heart
my wabi sabi heart is filled with cracks and holes letting in the light that colors up my soul cerulean blues, volcanic reds and yellows kaleidoscope colors of my years and I am grateful for every shade bright white laughter and glistening black tears
word count 44
*Wabi-Sabi is a Japanese word with many meanings relating to observance of the impermanence and imperfections of life. The definition I have always found most enjoyable came to me from a street vendor in Osaka, Japan “it is a way of living that focuses on the beauty within the imperfections of life and peaceful acceptance of the natural cycle of decay.”