He on my left knows about
She on my right
Both know of yet another
But none touch the other day or night
Yet they all touch me
Soft and free
It’s a multiple
But shared love we’ve got
Our polycule
in a pseudoknot
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Tonight on dVerse Mish challenges us to get our Quadrille all in a knot. With the added incentive of “I dare you to use pseudoknot.” Naturally, I had to take that dare head on.
Each square is story
Sentences in stiches
Pillow tucked paragraphs
Chapters of meandering memories
Lockstitch a life
My life
Started by one old hand
At my beginning
Passed through other hands
While I was busy
Finished with my old hand
To blanket my end
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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.
dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille #113: Blanket Us
In the early hours
As the dawn does rise
Rain had fallen deep
As I lay in sleep
And soaked the dark earth
Awake now I breathe
The petrichor scent
Deep in the city
A moment of Zen
My window garden
Belies urban sprawl
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dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille: How Does Your Garden Grow?
At dVerse Victoria wants to know about our gardens in a quadrille.
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title. The poem must contain the prompt word for the challenge: Garden.
And because Muse likes to combine challenges I wrapped the Quadrille in a Tableau. (Or is that wrapped the Tableau in a Quadrille? You decide.)
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie| Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 8 August 2020
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 Ferried about Twixt the rage And the frustration Via the complication Of our blackness unheard and unseen Except through Crosshairs white and blue Until control held sage With fury slips out Only to be persecuted For the fire
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dVerse ~Poets Pub Quadrille #105: Cry Havoc and Let ‘SLIP’ the Dogs of War
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
Given sweet release, on a sultry night
One hears the morning bird’s song, I close my eyes and breathe deep
It bans the darkness, heeding ganja’s call
Sleep a hazy memory, in the aromatic flush
Bright music waking the soul, all coherent thinking lost
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Tonight on dVerse Poets Pub Mish challenges us to flush things out in a quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title. One of those 44 words must be the prompt – flush..
As I worked this out I realized I was on the path to creating a Super Tanka, so I just went with Muse and combined both. And being that today is 4/20 my mind naturally went to ganja’s call…
In the darkness of night the constellations shine
Telling their stories
As goddess Luna in her magic glory
With sides
Ebon dark and blanch light
Still bares witness to all
The storm clouds seen by us now
Does not make it
Any less so
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I’m pulling a succinct double duty here.
On Monday Linda asked us to create a little magic in quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title using the word of the day: magic.
On Tuesday for Poetics Mish asks us to contemplate the following by Mizuta Masahide:
“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”
Use it as inspiration to note experiences of our own personal insight or enlightenment and pen a poem.
I am minded through these trying times that just because we can’t always see the joy in life, does not mean it’s not there waiting to be noticed again for those who remember to look.
dVerse ~Poets Pub |
Quadrille #100 : Where’s My Magic Wand
Poetics – Now I Can See…
I have lived
An outside life
That contained
Laughter, tears
Rage, joy
Yet have felt
Nothing
For so long
I no longer
Remembered
The dearth of true feelings
Within
I knew not my own
Emptiness
Until I began
to fill myself
with loving
you
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dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille #97 – Filling the Page
At dVerse Poets Pub, De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is asking us – to find some poetic fun with the word fill and faithfully formulate a quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title).
Don’t care if you’re white,
black or browned
Jasmine sweet
or nutty all around
The long or short of it
On plates of paper or china
You are wedded character
Valencia to Carolina
Some like you mild, nice
But I like you wild, rice
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Today at dVerse Kim wants us to go WILD with our Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. The poem must include the word wild. My muse went a little silly with it.
Your tears
Glistened
Shone like diamonds
That streamed your face
In silver lines
They were balm
Elixir
Hot and heavy
Salty and yet so wet
Just like you
An ambrosia of
Your pain
And your arousal
Tasted
In a kiss yielded
From your lips
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Tonight at dVerse Dee (whimsygizmo) asks us to kiss off a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title, and use some form of the word kiss.
dVerse ~Poets Pub | Quadrille #73
Begun with ease
This weekend sailed
In flow and streams
Of marathon drifts
Plots news to us
A sibling with fringe
In boredom spoke free
Thus spoiled our binge
With a cuss
My punch’s sting
With cheers
Still rings
I don’t regret
The fuss
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A little silly fiction that may become reality in many homes in the U.S. come this holiday weekend.
Written for:
The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 378
Regret, News, Binge, Stream, Ease, Sail, Flow, Drift, Sting, Free, Cheer, Fringe
Use at least ten of the words in a poem or short story.
dVerse ~Poets Pub | Quadrille Monday – Spoiler Alert
Lillian invites us to write a Quadrille –is a poem with exactly 44 words, not counting the title– using the word spoil, or a form thereof, in the poem itself, not the title.
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