Peach Cobbler

Today for the Quadrille over at dVerse Poets. De has given us the word “cobble”.  Note about cobblestones.  As a retired engineer, I amass all sorts of useless information.  Most of the “cobblestones” after the 1860’s are actually limestone setts cut into the shape of a brickbat and set into place on sand. Cobbles are round flat stones brought here millenia ago by the glaciers.  They are no primarily used  to construct buildings.

Peach Cobbler
Making peach cobbler
with icecream on the side
always reminds me of my long dead
Father – the ripe peaches, the spices.
Hello Papa I say to it
when I pull it from the oven.
Such a sunny fruit cobbler always
makes my eyes rain.

copyright kanzensakura peaches at the farmer’s market

 

Signs of Spring

Today is Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. A quadrille is a form unique to dVerse – exactly 44 words excluding the title and including a word at the choice of the Pub Host. Today the word is “murmur”. Come join us as De Jackson (Whimsy Gizmo) is our host today.

Sign of Spring
The sky looks sad today –
spits of rain
clouds over all.
wandering about the yard
I look at the sodden lawn.
I walk over to the flowering quince
and see tiny tight red buds
all over the black branches.
Behold! A murmur of spring.

copyright kanzensakura

Quadrille Monday: Kick

Monday it is Quadrille Monday. De is the pubtender. what is a quadrille? It is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title. The quadrille must include a prompted word. today it is “kick” – kicked, kicking, kicks, kickle, a form of the word kick. Come join us for these fun and short poems.  The Pub opens at 3:00 pm EST Monday.

Kicking Leaves
I like my morning walks
especially in autumn –
leaves have fallen –
they lie stacked up on the sides of our lane.
I kick a group of them up in the air.
A snake goes flying.
Now, ain’t that a kick in the head?

copyright kanzen sakura

Quadrille Monday: Free

I have written a haibun for dVerse Poets Pub Monday’s  quadrille. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words (excluding the title) which uses the prompted word. In this case the word is “free”.  Come and join in the fun.

Everywhere Blue – (for De)
Oh! To be a cloud in the sky floating lazily or waves in a cerulean lake washing upon the shore . High mountains topped with snow standing guard and smiling.

clouds in autumn blue
sky drifting free – waves below
laughing like children

Lake Tahoe – public domain photo.

Quadrille Monday – Childhood Lost

Victoria is hosting our Quadrille Monday for today. A quadrille is a poetic form created by our own Bjorn Rudberg consisting of exactly 44 words (excluding the title) and usually using a prompted word in the body of the poem. Today the word is “fear”. come join us to read these jewels of poetry at: http://dversepoets.com/2017/07/31/quadrille-37-be-not-afraid/

Childhood Lost
I fear we have lost our childhood.
Children dressed as adults and
siring children –
All subject to drugsviolencepeerpressure.
But a hummingbird!
Fearless it goes about
Sipping buzzing
From nest to flower –
Oh! to return to childhood
On the wings of a hummingbird.

public domain image

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday

I am linking this to dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille Monday.  This is the second Quadrille.  The first one I will not be linking up as planned because….I was not happy with it.  Come join us at the virtual pub, dVerse Poets Pub for quick poems of exactly 44 words using the prompted word. http://dversepoets.com/2017/02/13/quadrille-25/  The concept of chinmoku on the top level means, silence or reticence.  It is more than that – it is a way of communication, of feeling the space or silence between the notes, like the scale played on a piano. One has to be totally immersed in the Japanese culture to truly understand chinmoku.

Chinmoku 沈黙
The silence between the notes
stretches out like long silk scarves
twisting around posts
fluttering in the winds
of now and then
of rain and sun.
like ghosts of long gone laughter
the silence between the words
wrap around your heart and pulls…tight.

Quadrille 11 – Stars

Another Quadrille for De’s word prompt of “Spill” over at dVerse.   https://dversepoets.com/2016/06/13/quadrille-11/

Stars
spilling across the night sky
stars –
we can look at the blackness
still see the light –
there is a star for each of us
a bit of silent music
a blithe spirit of hope
a reminder that no matter what
we all are one

Quadrille Monday dVerse Poets Pub

Today at dVerse Poets Pub, Grace has given us the word “green” for the Quadrille word prompt “.  What a lovely word for the blending of late spring and early summer.  Poems must use the prompt word (title doesn’t count) in a poem of exactly 44 words – no more, no less.  I am writing this poem in memory of my friend Peggie Duggan who died a year ago May 15.  Her memory is ever green among those of us who were gifted by her light.

Tender Green
when love was green
and tenderly grew through the still
frozen ground of winter –
when green memories bloomed
in early spring frost –
I reach back to draw them near again
but they dissolve in my weeping hands
and return to sleep in frozen earth

grass shoots Public Domain Image

 

Quadrille Monday

Today is Quadrille Monday at dVerse and I am prompting.  The word for today is “skip” and the variants of “skip”.  Come visit us and don’t skip reading the poems.  Poems must use the prompt word and not counting the title, be exactly 44 words in length, no more, no less.    https://dversepoets.com/2016/05/02/quadrille-8/

Skipping Hearts
You took me in your hand –
Felt the edges of me,
Weighed me in your hand
then looking at the horizon,
Pulled back your arm and threw me
Across the ocean of your heart –
skipped me
until I sunk in the depths