d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #90 – We’re all a-quiver.
De has us quivering in just 44 words.
The leaves have shed their summer greens
to flaunt the bold yellow, orange, and red
kept hidden, in modesty, throughout summer.
They quiver joyfully on branches, salsa dancing
with the wind in wild abandon.
Until, reluctantly,, they release their grip –
free falling to earth.
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Poetic Bloomings –
FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: CREATURES OF HABIT
The Art of Toast
Freshly sliced, an empty canvas.
Slightly toasted, splotches of light
brown shade the surface.
A wash of creamy, yellow butter prepares
this canvas of bread and I use my knife to
spread a deep berry-blue jam in swirls, from edge
to edge, in a starry night design.
PROMPT #263 – SEE THE TREE
The Ancient One
It is a grumpy old tree
covered in bumpy burls
rooted to the same spot
for decades unable to do
anything but watch and wait.
Birds perch in its branches,
squirrels race up and down its trunk.
Woodpeckers have begun searching
under its bark for insects and lichens
slowly creep over its bark. If it could,
it would grumble, in a deep voice,
to be left alone. Only the song of
a gentle breeze can sooth its soul.
PROMPT #260 – THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
So Long, Dorothy
She came, unbidden, pleading
for things I could not give her.
This unwelcome one upset
the balance of our green city
leaving destruction and uprising
in her wake. Filled with hubris,
the small girl ruined my good name –
then just as quickly disappeared,
never looking back at the consequences
of her actions on those she abandoned.
Good and evil continue to do battle.
Munchkins keep searching for equality.
Lions and Tinmen and Scarecrows forget
their strengths lie within.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Kafka for Kids –
“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923
I do not see the world at all
Behind my eyes so tightly closed
But I can feel a summer breeze
And smell the perfume of a rose
I hear the lovely symphony
Of birds and cows and bugs and such
The sloppy kisses of my dog
Tell me he loves me very much
Here in the darkness of my room
Beneath the covers where I sit
The world becomes what I may choose
When I imagine and invent it
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #88: And the Word Is… extinct
There once were parakeets
here in this un-tropical
Small green birds with cheery
red and yellow faces
Friendly, social bids that brightened
the landscape – until they were gone,
completely disappeared, became extinct
I wonder if the mocking bird still repeats
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #87: Quick! Nick us a poem!
Change of Plans
This poem has its nickers in a twist –
Is in a bit of a snit.
Someone has nicked the
words it wanted to wear today –
fancy words, high-heeled party words.
All that’s left are some everyday,
comfy words like
tea, books, you
dVerse Poetics: On All Things Feline!
The cats are taking over at d’Verse Poets Pub
Lenny – (a Lannet)
We buried him beneath the garden bench
where I would take my morning cup of tea
to share the highlights of my yesterday.
I often thought I heard his rumbling purr,
although I knew it’s just my wishful heart
imagining that he was still around,
still chasing after bugs, both real and not.
Still crawling under sheets when I make beds,
still hiding deep within a paper bag
then jumping out to grab me as I pass.
He followed me around just like a pup –
a nosey, noisy, sleek white, furry friend.
Quiet unexpectedly we found him gone
and buried him beneath the garden bench.
d’Verse Poets Pub : Quadrille -…and the most beautiful words are . . .
Thanks to Lillian for sharing the 70 most beautiful words in the English language – according to a survey conducted by the British Council.
Today’s challenge is to write a Quadrille (just 44 words) using the word tranquility.
She scattered seeds and hoped for sunflowers
that would provide for birds and bumble bees.
She nurtured those small seedlings like a mother,
danced under her umbrella when it rained, and
giggled at the sight of a rainbow.
She scatted grace and found tranquility
Poetic Bloomings – PROMPT #254 – SECOND WIND
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics : Purifying the Mind
Just for Now
I will become a spectator
For a while
I will look at art
Smell some roses
Read some poems
And when I get my second wind
Perhaps I will be the
Painter, gardener, poet