dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille Monday

Today is Quadrille Monday here at the dVerse Poets Pub.  Victoria is our prompter and pubtender for today.  She is prompting us to use the word “open” in our poems or any derivative thereof:  opened, opening. opens, opener.  A quadrille is a short poetic form consisting of exactly 44 words using the prompted word.  The title does not count in the word count.  Come join us for some remarkable short and easily read poem on the dVerse site.  Who knows?  You might just discover you enjoy poetry! http://dversepoets.com/2016/09/12/opening-to-the-muse-dverse-quadrille-16/

Open my eyes to blue
Open my eyes to blue
open my heart to the swirling freedom
of blue
open my soul to the ocean in the sky
to the rich blue
and swirling white capped waves
crashing against trees. fields –
buildings, mountains
Open my eyes to blue

copyright kanzensakura

copyright kanzensakura



The Call: Blue Skies


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Peter Pan could fly.
Mary Poppins flew with her umbrella
To lift her high into the blue horizon.
I knew I could fly.
At night when everyone was asleep
(everyone in the world but me!)
I would crawl out my bedroom window
Across the strong branch of the old oak,
Nestle into my special place
In the crook of the tree
And stare up at the stars
Or watch the snow falling on a silent world
Or feel the rain against my skin…
I looked up at the sky
And knew I could fly.
One day.

One day
I climbed out the attic window
And out onto the roof.
I had my grampa’s
BIG English umbrella.
I opened it w-i-d-e
And waited for a good wind
And hit the walk
In front of my grandmother
And the guests who had come for tea.
I broke an ankle.
I survived the lecture.
But I knew I could fly.
One day.

Foot in a cast, chained
to my room.
I looked out my window
and longed for the wind,
the blue sky…
My father said,
here is a way you can fly
and he put into my hands
a thick pad of paper,
newly sharpened pencils.
Let your words be your wings.
and so, I wrote.
I flew.

Years later I stood
At the highest point on Fuji
One could climb.
I looked up at the blue sky.
I stretched out my arms
And the wind blew in my hair.
I pulled out of my pack
a pad of paper and pen.
I wrote.
I closed my eyes…
I flew.

At dVerse Poets Pub, Gabriella wants us to write about our call or vocation or that of someone else.

Wordless Wednesday Morning

Wordless Wednesday Morning


Wordless Wednesday Part 2 – Crystal Blue Persuasion

I think by now, you all have discovered how I love blue skies. I think of them one day opening up and revealing heaven.

I played hookie today and spent too much time (no such thing) watching the clouds drift. This song came to mind. It has great words and an excellent gentle vibe. Back in the day, when my hair was long and black and I wore love beads and flowers, this song was part of a dream many of us had for a world of love and peace. Lovely dream for us and hopefully, one day, a reality.

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