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It’s Quadrille Monday! at d’Verse Poets
Lillian is tending bar today and our word is Harbor
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The Lady
They left her standing, alone
Keeping watch over the harbor
A welcoming committee of one
In a green dress and sandals
She harbors ill-will toward none
Who pass her way – the lost, the tired
The searchers, adventurers –
Each looking for safe harbor
d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB – School Days, School Days, Good Ole Golden Rule Days . . .
Lillian is sending us back to school to write an “alphabet sestet”
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Clouds
everyone says clouds are soft and you can
float across the sky upon them as they
glide from here to there – but they are damp and
heavy with tears they’ve gathered from below as
if they could take away the misery they see for maybe
just a little while
d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #64 – Quick!Write something!
Dee is tending bar today and looking for some quickness from us
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A Tiny Ember
it didn’t happen quickly –
Rather
a slow magical process
a bit by bit transformation
no spark that burst to flame –
Rather
a tiny ember that glowed within
warmed my soul
my heart
fed my muse
until I turned from poet
into poem
d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #63 – Feel the Earth move
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Renewed
take me back to the earth
to the sun and the rain
let me feel with my feet
the wet grass, the soft mud
where my soul can take root
become nourished again
buds of peace start to bloom
take me back to the earth
d’Verse Poets -Poetics: Because, Because, Because
Mish has us dancing down the yellow brick road over at the pub
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Sometimes A Coward
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Sometime, I think, I am just
Like that lion – all puffed up
Making noise – bluffing my way
Through the tough parts of life
Running away or staying silent
Hoping no one will notice me
Or ask for my help when it
Really counts
Sometimes, I think, I am just
Like that lion – cowardly and in
Need of some courage
A cheesy badge from a fake
Wizard won’t do the trick but
If you hold my hand I know I
Can brave even a wicked witch
d’Verse Poets – The Sounds of Koorogi, Cricket-dVerse Haibun Monday
It’s great to have Victoria tending bar again.
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Moving On
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I was weeding my flower beds today. A chore that had been neglected much too long. If you need some alone time, I recommend weeding. No one ever wants to help, so you have time to just think, sort things out, make some plans.
Not far from where I was working, a cricket chirped. I smiled – it sounded like a cheery hello. Another chirp and I moved on. Maybe it was a warning to keep my distance.
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woman pulling weeds
short signal to keep moving
a chirping cricket
d’Verse Poets – Meeting the Bar — Reverse Poetry
Frank is tending bar and has us beginning at the end by writing a reverse poem.
Here is my short offering
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Just to Fly Free
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Watching the Monarchs,
You and I,
Battered and faded,
determined to finish
some plan for life
the hand of nature dealt
Without ever knowing why
If the goal is accomplished
Just to fly free is enough
