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”.
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
Hurt – Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails)/Johnny Cash
I was darkness and fury
To your light and sun
On a whim I simply snuffed it
It’s a hurt that can’t be undone
I thought I knew what I was doing
To take you for granted and then some
Only to simply walk away
Leaving you as chaff in the wind’s sway
And how the shame of it numbs
What have I become?
With me as predator and you as prey
I shot an arrow through your soul
You had no chance in this farce
There was no means to console
I thought I knew what I was doing
Going for the break, not just the bend
Damn how your body trembled
As your soul disassembled
And how the shame of it wends
My sweetest friend
You were my own soul’s mirror
Shattered in a thousand places
And I felt the pain as my own
In a thousand fractured faces
I thought I knew what I was doing
How I’ve come to rue that day
Seeing the evidence of what I did
I was loath to leave it hid
And how the shame of it stays
Everyone I know goes away
You never said a word, I know this
But somehow your break struck me to the core
Never one to rage, yet it changed you
And everyone wanted to know the score
I thought I knew what I was doing
Now I am the chaff in the wind
The wounds of my hateful inflections
Forever bared in my reflections
And now the shame of it does rend
In the end
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At dVerse Poets Meeting The Bar, Björn challenges us to write a glosa. I have not written one in what feels like ages. The image “Shame” by Ally Saunders already had Muses’ attention, but I did not know what direction to go with it until Johnny Cash’s cover of “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails played on my iTunes, and everything fell into place. I always felt Trent Reznor’s NIN original was suppressed rage in the aftermath of a wrong done, and Cash’s cover was resignation of those wrongs in the sunset of the life lived. Here, I aim for the liminal space between rage and resignation – acknowledgment of the unforgivable.
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.
The blank page
My tomb – My womb
Where I smolder,
Gossamer – Nebulous
A spark from beneath the surface,
I scratch at an idea,
Thoughts slowly burning,
The kindling of
Letters and punctuations
Until I am borne anew
A phoenix
Burning away blankness
In sentences and paragraphs
In verse and prose
Then in splendiferous coda
Of the final character
I vale to the emptiness
My tomb, My womb
Of the next blank page
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dVerse Poets Pub | Poetics: Creatures of the Blank Page
Dora from Dreams from a Pilgrimage, challenges us to a write poem using any animal of choice (real or mythological) as a metaphor for how ideas and words take shape for you on a blank page
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.
I live at the edge of your atmosphere
a sunset strip colorific and clear
in a life despite God I cheer
raindrops on a sunny April afternoon as tears
Ineffable lamentations surge sweetly to my ears
I bang the drum called your heart with sass
for life in a bottle is a house made of glass
it was a fruitloop daydream to think me a mere lass
the tiny box of lies – the molehill now a mountain of morass
Is the wafting requiem heard through the crevasse
I wake laughing when you knock me out weeping
I am my father’s daughter, my lure your curse vastly sweeping
your eyes wide shut, don’t touch me while I am sleeping
the hate with which I slumber – the secret lover I’m keeping
In the melodic dirge of your tears slowly seeping
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Let Music Speak
Yesterday at dVerse, poet-tender for the evening, paeansunplugged, invited us to let the music speak and challenges us to write a poem based on prompt phrases from the music of Linda Perry:
We were only required to to incorporate two of the above choices in our poems about music. As usual Muse chose not understand the message. All twelve prompts are there in the order as given.
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
The silence was loud – A cacophony
In the moment felt after – Their two hearts beating as one
What once was – scattered – What it now collects
So beyond what could have been – In the moment of his kiss
When he marked her with a smack – That she returns it in kind
dVerse Poets Pub : MTB: Cleaving to Antonyms in Contrapuntal Lines
Tonight, Laura is hosting this week where we are challenged to cleave antonyms in a contrapuntal poem.
Here I play with the ending and the beginning of a relationship, tenses and use of the word smack a bit of a contranym itself.
Choosing from a collection of opposing word pairs as a prompt. We must then write two distinct poems, while including the chosen words somewhere in the body of each poem and then combine as one larger composition as either a Contrapuntal, Cleave or Reverso form.
When looking up examples of the above poetry form I realized I knew of another form which aso fit the desired theme perfectly and offer a Super Tanka.
Day seven of National Poetry Writing Month
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