You know
The look that will ease the yearning
The touch that will quench the thirst
You know
The feeling of wanton satiation
But I know it is
Your love
That is the sustenance that feeds another
All the while
You know
I Hunger
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At dVerse Poets, our host Lis Li invites us to feed our poetic appetite with a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include the use of the prompt word “hunger”.
Summer dances, space and earth entwine,
With heated coral velvets and currant wine,
In sunset is how Sol bows and takes His leave,
Thus, His lover ascends in Her night weave
Where verdant grounds in dark align,
As Nyx doth claim Her right divine
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #204 – Summertime, and the Poeming is Easy
For this week’s prompt, Dee (aka WhimsyGizmo) has perusing a pithy, prestigious little nugget of a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some fun or fanatic use of the prompt word “Summer”.
F***! Barely 9AM Monday and I’m frazzled already…
Really, this could have been an email, they don’t agree.
I don’t have enough coffee for this mess…
Damned too early to be this stressed!
Am I ready for the weekend? Oh, Father deliver me,
YES!
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #199 – TGIF
For this week’s prompt, Dee (aka WhimsyGizmo) has us freaking out over a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some fun or fanatic use of the prompt word “Friday”.
I wish for the weekend acrostically.
In the turns of Autumn
The sky will fold itself
Bright Sol topping to remind you
Of hot summer days now done
And in the curve of Luna’s bottom
What is due
Stars dangle from cool night’s shelf
Of cold winter nights to come
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #186 – Fold
For this week’s Quadrille, Dee (aka WhimsyGizmo) has us folding over a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the prompt word “fold”.
Remember?
That day you tripped
And somehow face-pined
Into the bowl of pineapple chunks
You red-faced in embarrassment
Me red-faced in pining
For the sacred sweet of your lips
Made more so by the juices dripping
I realized then
You tripped
But I
Fell
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #182: Are You Pining for Poems?
For this week’s Quadrille, Dee (aka WhimsyGizmo) has us pining for a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the word “pine” as a noun, verb, or adjective. Or play around with it and invent your own word.
Makes us wanna holler
When they try to silence us
We’re done being quiet
Makes us wanna break free
When they try to hold us down
We’re done being still
Our movement is revelation
Watch us
Hear us
Our voice revolution
We’ve had enough
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #174: You Say You Want A Revolution
For this week’s Quadrille, Kim (Writing in North Norfolk) is prompting a revolution for a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the word “revolution”.
Here I give gentle nods to Gil Scott Heron (The Revolution Will Not Be Televised) and Marvin Gaye (Inner City Blues)
Day nineteen of National Poetry Writing Month
This love thing
Wasn’t my calling
Sentiment
Not a thing I could stand
Yet you right zoomed in
So enthralling
Put a wrench
To my solo life planned
And though
I haven’t finished falling,
It’s good to know
It’s with you where I’ll land
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #173: Zoom Poems
on Quadrille Monday De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) had us zooming around the history of a humble four letter word that, in the beginning, literally sounded like something fast and exciting – like race cars. Thanks to Covid, the word has also become somewhat synonymous with a slow dreadful thing to be avoided – like online office meetings.
As such we’re being asked to Zoom our way around a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the word “Zoom”.
Here my mind zooms in completely different direction than my previous quadrille.
Day five of National Poetry Writing Month
Several long years in the void of
Living on the brink in frightment
Of an orange-haired menace destroyed of
Any enlightenment
But now Karma’s been employed of
Things, yes, I’m zooming in delightment
Petty in my schadenfreude
With just one little word Indictment
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #173: Zoom Poems
Yesterday on Quadrille Monday De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) had us zooming around the history of a humble four letter word that, in the beginning, literally sounded like something fast and exciting – like race cars. Thanks to Covid, the word has also become somewhat synonymous with a slow dreadful thing to be avoided – like online office meetings.
As such we’re being asked to Zoom our way around a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title, but must include some form of the word “Zoom”
Day four of National Poetry Writing Month
You’re too brazen girl
was oft the scold.
Be quiet and meek,
Fit in this mold
But my carefree soul was finding,
That it chaffed in the binding.
So, this woman breaks
from convention’s hold.
Aye, I will be daring
I will be BOLD!
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Q44 #167: BOLD-ly Go
Today on Quadrille Monday, Dee (WhimsyGizmo), prompts us to go boldly and boldly go with a quadrille.
A Quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “bold” or a form thererod in your poem.
I
The one
Teetering
Perilously
On the precipice
Shamed
To call
What I knew
Before as best
For now I do know
That
Nothing
Not a thing
Could possibly
Be as candy sweet
As
Screaming
Loud His name
On arrival
Of la petite mort
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #166: I Like Candy
Yesterday on Quadrille Monday, Mish, got her sugar rush on at the bar and invited us to put a sweet spin to quadrille.
I also cheat a little in that my quadrille is also what I’ll call an Extended Arun. A nonce poem created by blogger GirlGriot, an Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one syllable with each line. 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. There are no other rhyme or structural requirements. Here I added an extra stanza to meet the 44 word Quadrille requirement.
Le petite mort, for those who may be unfamiliar with the term, literally translates to “the little death”. It is an expression in modern usage refers specifically to the sensation of post orgasmic afterglow that is as often likened to death.
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