My whispers
ignored in bright noise
Of noon
Timbre of my susurrus
In your ear heard
Warmth of my breath
On your skin felt
Holds court
Within midnight’s
Solemn depths
Cruel torture of haunting
Knowing I am naught
But a memory
You cannot escape
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At dVerse Whimsygizmo asks us to whisper a quadrille.
After a spell of
Too many leavings
The robust soul ,
Where joy once flourished,
Has since fizzled
Into nights fetal-curled
In piteous tears.
A melody born of
A now insular life
Headlights
A cryophilic heart
One as fine,
Yet as brittle as china
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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #136 “January 2nd, 2016”
Leavings, Insular, Cryophilic, Melody, Radio, Fetal, Pity, China, Headlights, Promontory, Spell, Fizzle
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem. The words can appear in an alternate form, in any order that you like.
dVerse Quadrilee #23 : Curl
The rules are easy. Write a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title), using the word curl in any form.
I’m faced with my choices
Cranberry, Beluga, Custard,
Caramel, Albacore, Eggplant
Really Raivenne?
I’m such a foodie.
I came here for one thing.
One.
Decisions. Decisions.
With a sweet sparkling
of creative inspiration
an image forms before my eyes.
Giggling I take them all
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At dVerse this week’s Quadrille is being hosted by Dee (WhimsyGizmo) who challenges to find the spark as this week’s word prompt.
Moving into a new apartment, I was bemused that all of the paint color choices that appealed to me had food related names. Most, if not all, of those colors will be in a mural that came to me.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub : Quadrille 19 – Spark
I face the sun trying not to see
The shadows I know follow me
They hunger for possession
That plays with my depression
For my mirror darkly
Shows the pains starkly
Always on the cusp of despair
Past the façade of jokes I share
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Today at dVerse De, aka WhimsyGizmo, invites us to take a look at our shadow in form of a Quadrille this week.
“Oh, bee barf…?”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Why?” I smile knowingly.
“Because it’s an insult!”
“Not to me.” my standard response.
A decade plus later…
“All this damned time you’ve been calling me honey?” His mouth ajar.
“Yes, bee barf.”
Stupid Internet ruined everything…
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A memory of the day my late-husband learned something of a sticky situation…
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #13
Today’s Quadrille (a poem of 44 words: no more, no less – not including the title) has to include the word jar. A word that can find many uses, as a noun or, as I’ve chosen to do, a verb (with or without an object).
what the books can’t tell,
the news can’t sell,
the senses imbibe –
aromas alongside stenches
vintage contrasts innovative
durable touching dilapidated
rancid against delectable
melodic rhythms divide harsh screeches
and the fierce pride of a people
who journeyed time
while standing frozen in it
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I recently returned from a trip to Cuba and fully understand why, among many things, it is called a A Country Frozen In Time. A year ago today, Cuba and the United States restored diplomatic relations. It’s only been a few scant years since Cuba’s resurgence into the US’ consciousness as a restricted travel destination and while the times are indeed a’changing for the country as those restriction become more and more relaxed, it has a very long way to go. That which makes Cuba unique remains very much in place.
dVerse ~Poets Pub | 5th Anniversary Quadrille – Journey
This is how you want me?
Twisting myself
Inside out?
Just for you.
Dropped into the vortex
All these parts of me
Churning,
Tearing apart!
For you!
My death
Custom made
Sustenance
For your desire
Of the sweetest kind
I hope you get
Brainfreeze!
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My milkshake brings all the boys and girls to the shoppe, I guess.
Today, Brendan at Real Toads challenges to write a poem with poetic surprise. I suspect something a little more highbrow was on the plate, but the ol’ muse ain’t biting any of it.
Real Toads | Turns of the Tale: Poetic Surprise
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Meanwhile, in a serendipitous turn, Grace at dVerse inspires us to write a Quadrille with a Twist. Twist being the word for the day, to be included in the write, in any of its usages.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #7
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National Poetry Writing Month – Day 18
In lovely coincidence I happen to be up to the letter Q as I tiptoe through my alphabetical tulips of poetic forms – so today I do a dance of a Quadrille. A short poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title – no more, no less.
The captain is dead, he is no more
His boxed life wasted
His crunchy remains
Scattered
Across the tile floor
I should be sore
But instead I’m done in
By a toddling perp
Who knows not his sin
Munching
With that drooling
Cereal killer
Grin
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Putting a memory to grin with a Quadrille…
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