I had watched In waning sunlight How it reflected In soft contours As one sun Became another And yet another That set In each watery stream Until in darkness I walk away Too cowardly to admit That I Am the cause Of those tears
At dVerse, De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, hosts bar for Quadrille Monday, where we are challenged to pen a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), that must include the weekly word prompt. This weeks prompt: Stream
At dVerse, Lillian tends bar and wants to know What’s in a word? And what’s the word for this challenge: wound. She makes our Quadrille poem a bit tougher by challenging us to include the word twice – using both meanings / pronunciations of the homographic pair.
Whether we use the word once or twice in the body of the poem, the poem must be exactly 44 words in length – not including the title.
It was not a thing planned bring forth a child Then raise to adult
Our young lives No longer ours Alone anymore To live or to squander
We know Being parents Is not easy and While sometimes a bother You’ll always be our Joy
Tonight at dVerse Whimsygizmo, with an assist at the from Sanaa, asks us to Come “bother” up a poem in the form of a Quadrille, a poem of precisely 44 words, not including the title, and including some form of the word BOTHER.
Tonight at dVerse Merrill has the feel of autumn and wants to be blankest in a quadrille, a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered and must include some form of the prompt word – blanket.
For this week’s Lucky Dip, the mystery bag gives us a Tableau.
The Tableau, a poetry form created by Emily Romano in October of 2008, consists of one or more verses, each having six lines. Each line should have five beats. There is no set rhyme scheme, although rhyme may be present. The title should contain the word tableau.
Suppressing a desire
For centuries commuted
Twixt the rage
And the frustration
Via the complication
Of our blackness unheard and unseen
Crosshairs white and blue
Until control held sage
With fury slips out
Only to be persecuted
For the fire
Tonight at dVerse Linda challenges us to write a Quadrille, is a poetic form created here at dVerse, a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title) and including this challenge’s prompt word: SLIP