I thought it was
Brick and mortar
Walls and windows
Rooms and furnishings
That is a falsehood
It is your stance beside me
Vertical and horizontal
Your shouts and whispers
Frowns and winks
Your heart and soul
Where you are
There is my home
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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and tonight De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) invites us to give it a wink at a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title) and include one word. This week’s word: wink.
This lady takes the early train
Wiping sleep from my eyes
To come back home again
Wash, rinse and reprise
Decades now spent
Chasing the enterprise
Of the adage
Early to bed, early rise
Not mentally healthy
Certainly not wealthy
And questioning the wise
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Tonight at dVerse Poets Pub Kim asks us to write a Quadrille (a 44 word poem, not including the title), using the word “Early.”
There is noise in the
Silence
When nothing can be heard
There is always the
Thump, thump
Of one’s heart
Beating
From within
And in the muddle of it
One finds clarity
Even in a dark place
One just has to learn to
Listen
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dVerse Poets Pub |
Quadrille #56 – Muddle up that Muse
Whimsy Gizmo, De at dVerse wants us to muddle things in a Quadrille, a poem exactly 44 words, not including the tittle – using the given word.
Last year was lost to rumors
Boils, bursting at seams
Last ditch efforts telling sweet nothings
In the middle of the night
Hope, my first step
To the mighty vine of this year’s truths
All I need do is leap
In the silver light
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The Sunday Whirl | Wordle 332
Mighty, Ditch, Silver, Tell, Vine, Light, Middle, Lost, Boil, Rumors, Nothings, Seams
Use at least ten in a short story of poem
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dVerse Poets | Quadrille # 47 Leap
The rules in Quadrille is simple: write a poem, or short story in 44 words (excluding the title) with the word, LEAP.
Do you not feel me?
Feel me.
Do you not hear me?
Hear me.
I know I can be shallow.
Shallow.
But you know I am not empty.
Empty.
Within my heartbeat echoes yours.
Yours.
Yet I know within your heartbeat mine is nothing.
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dVerse De (whimsygizmo) asks us to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words – not including the title, and to make it echo. “Echo” being the word that must be used in the poem. I went for its absence.
Beep
Balloon bubble shimmers green,
On cue – jarred springs twist,
Spark, curl
Beep
Lulled shadow clouds melt,
Leaving scars that dance, skip,
Journey on breezes
Beep
Drizzling grins
Don’t spill
in open giggles
Beep
Dawn rose in ghost whispers
To breathe still
but I
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…
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Today at dVerse we’re asked by Grace to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words – not including the title, and to keep it still. “Still” being the word that must be used in the poem. I went for the ultimate stillness.
As an added bonus this is also with all the words. The word list so far:
dance, lull, bubble, grin, melt, shimmer, twist, skip, green, breeze, spill, rose, journey, jar, leaves, open, shadow, cloud, spark, cue, breath(e), scar, curl, whisper, dawn, ghost, giggle, spring, balloon, drizzle, still
dVerse ~Poets Pub | Quadrille # 31
The
Canvas
Is pristine
The artist sighs
Prepares the first brush
The
Canvas
Is intrigued
The artist picks
Lets the brush drizzle
The
Canvas
Is moaning
The artist smiles
Chooses the next brush
The
Canvas
Is complete
The artist bows
Blows the brushes out
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dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #30 – Drizzle
Mish wants us to drizzle out s Quadrille -a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title- using the word drizzle.
Today’s other form: the Arun.
A nonce poem created by friend and fellow 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. Because today is Quadrille Monday, I took creative license of her form by adding a fourth stanza to meet the 44 word requirement for a Quadrille.
Night scars gone
Jarred fireflies spark
We twist, skip, dance
In the bubbling spring
Ghost grins whisper and giggle
Breezes shimmer green
Leaves curl, spill in open journey
And In the lull
Dawn melts
In rose shadowed clouds
We breathe
Love balloons
On cue
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An added challenge by De for this Quadrille#29 prompt night at dVerse: Writing The One With All the Words used in Monday Quadrille challenges.
Our Q44 word list so far:
dance, lull, bubble, grin, melt, shimmer, twist, skip, green, breeze, spill, rose, journey, jar, leaves, open, shadow, cloud, spark, cue, breath(e), scar, curl, whisper, dawn, ghost, giggle, spring, balloon
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #29-The One With All The Words
It’s been
months
since his last touch,
she stews
in sweet memory
As each new
sunshine
adds more
to long for
Winter’s
white velvety cloak
finally yields
to red balloons
smoked meats,
and opening of casks
upon first sighting
in the Foothills
Welcome Home
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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and De (WhimsyGizmo ) challenges us to write poetry using the word balloon in a poem of 44 words, no more – no less,
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #29
The Sunday Whirl | Wordle # 292
Sweet, Touch, Months, Adds, Sunshine, Stew, Cask, Red, Velvety, Smoke, Foothills, Long
Hearts journey open
as dawn
rose on cue
to jar clouds
lull leaves green
with spring breeze
that curls, melts in
shimmering dance
Shadow scars gone
a grin bubbles
whispering
in ghost giggles
that twists, mists
our warm breath
Lips skip, spill and spark
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An added challenge by De for this Quadrille#27 prompt night at dVerse: Writing The One With All the Words used in Monday Quadrille challenges.
Our Q44 word list so far:
dance, lull, bubble, grin, melt, shimmer, twist, skip, green, breeze, spill, rose, journey, jar, leaves, open, shadow, cloud, spark, cue, breath(e), scar, curl, whisper, dawn, ghost, giggle
I could all but hear Calliope say Psh! Bring it! I can’t remember that last time a poem fell into place so fast.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #27 The One With All The Words
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