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.

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Quadrille Monday – Dance

The Poets Pub opens again at 3:00 PM EST after a break. Grace is the prompter for Quadrille Monday. A Quadrille is a short poem consisting of exactly 44 words, not including the title. The prompt word for our Quadrilles today is “flicker”. Come join us and read these wonderful poems. Today is also the SIXTH ANNIVERSARY of dVerse.  The drinks are on me! https://dversepoets.com/2017/07/17/happy-6th-anniversary-quadrille-36/

Dance
I heard the cicadas for the first time
tonight –sawing scraping –
moonlight dapples the trees with silver –
fireflies in the darkness –
a flickering dance
On off on off
stars in the black sky
flicker in return
on off on off
eternal dance

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Quadrille#27 Monday

Today is quadrille Monday and De Jackson is hosting the prompt. The word to use in your 44 word poem (not including the title) is giggle, giggles, giggling, or giggler. Come join us and real these wonderful short poems at: https://dversepoets.com/2017/02/27/quadrille-27/

Mr. Giggles
The old man is bent like a pretzel.
He has this perpetual Joker smile
a buzz haircut,
and is dressed in identical sweats every day.
His head snaps from left to right
Constantly – he giggles without stopping.
Even in his sleep he giggles.

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille Monday

Today is Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. De (Whimsygizmo) is our word prompter. Please write a quadrille (exactly 44 words, title not included) using the word “whisper” or variants – whispered, whispering, whispers –
Come Join us at 3:00 PM EST to read these wonderful short poems. http://dversepoets.com/2017/01/16/quadrille-24/

Wolf Moon
the wolf moon begins to rise
shattered into pieces
by black branches,
like a sky mounted mirror.
branches begin to whisper
tossed by high flying breezes
sounding like windchimes made from seashells,
small animal bones, broken glass –
I lift my face and begin to howl

***The first full moon in January was named by the first American people as the wolf moon – cold, snow caused much hunger among the people and animals.  Wolfs would sit and bay outside the villages on full moon nights.  Thus the name given to the moon in January – Wolf Moon.

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille

Monday De Jackson (whimsy gizmo) is prompting us for the Quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words (not including the title) and using the prompted word.  She has chosen for us the word “cue”.  Apologies to De but everytime I hear the word “cue” I think of bar-b-cue – hot, tender, vinegary pork ‘cue.  Love that stuff – pulled, chopped, minced.  Love me some NC style ‘cue.  Come visit us at the bar Monday at 3:00 pm EST. http://dversepoets.com/2016/11/07/quadrille-20/

I Want ‘Cue!
Gimme some ‘cue!
Tender sweet porky ‘cue.
Smoked for hours over
Apple, hickory, oak woods
Until falling off the bone tender
Sauced with a vinegarypeppery sauce –
On a bun or on a plate –
sides of hushpuppies and slaw
Gimme some NC ‘cue – now!

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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

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Quadrille – Leaves

De is our prompter this Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. It is the Quadrille feature for this Monday. A quadrille is a 44 word poem, not including the title and must include the word of the prompter. She is prompting us to use the word “leaves” as in leaves that fall from tree, leaves as in he, she, it leaves; leaves of grass, book leaves. Even leaving or leave. Come join us and see what shakes loose from the tree! https://dversepoets.wordpress.com/2016/08/29/quadrille-15/

Leaves are leaving
Summer is leaving,
Leaves drop delicately
One.at.a.time.
Leaves know when it is time
better than we.
There are a few early to the party
but leaves know when to leave.
It is time for autumn –
We say.
Leaves know when it is time to
f
a
l
l

 

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille 2

Another entry for dVerse’s Quadrille Monday.

Firefly Dreams
One firefly always escapes
the jarflying about until
settling in one spot and blinking –
a tiny neon sign in the darkness.
last night
one escaped the jar by my bed
settling herself on the dreamcatcher
in the bedroom window.
Strobic jiggly dreams all night.

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dVerse Quadrille Monday: Star Jars

Bjorn is pubtender today – back from hiatus!  For our Quadrille Poem – exactly 44 words not including the title – using his prompt word:  “jar”.  Great noun and verb – jars, jar, jarred, jarring – Come visit us and read!  The poems are only 44 words about jar. http://dversepoets.com/2016/08/15/quadrille-13/

Star Jars
Summer night –
Fireflies and falling stars.
By my bed
jar of fireflies – magical nightlight –
released at dawn

By my grownup bed
a jar of stars
plucked from the summer night sky –
My private galaxy,
eternal fireflies
lighting my dreams until rosy dawn.

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Quadrille: The Great Journey

Mary Grace today is the prompter for the quadrille.  She has given us the word “journey” and especially in tribute to Vivienne Blake whose died July 5. She is sorely and dearly missed. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title, and must include the prompt world.

 

The Great Journey – For Viv

The journey began when first she put
pen to paper and wrote the words in
her soul. she shared those words
and her soul with others through the years.
The journey ended when her great heart
Ceased to beat, but her words still live.

 

Quadrille: The Color of the Rose

Today Bjorn is our host for Quadrille Monday.  This is the last session before we go on a two week hiatus over at the dVerse Poets Pub.  Our Quadrilles today must contain as usual, exactly 44 words not counting the title and the word for the day – “rose”.  Rose – a verb, a noun – the red rose, the sun rose.  Come visit us over at dVerse and catch some of these short little wonders.

The Color of the Rose

The rose bloomed
a bright blue and spread her petals
over us all – at her heart
was the golden sun –
and at the end of the day
she let her petals fall
onebyone –
we caught and clutched them tightly –
sleeping, dreaming of tomorrow.

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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