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PAD Aftermath

d’Verse – May ’17

Quadrille – echo
De has us listening for echoes over at d’Verse Poets Pub
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PAD Aftermath

there is nothing left
an empty chamber
cleared of words, rhymes
no letters lying about
ink blots flung on the walls
no thought or even ideas
can be found rattling around
my muse is on hiatus
not even an echo of a poem remains

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Moonstruck

d’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #31 – still

Moonstruck

every morning finds you sneaking out
peeking around a star as morning comes
tapping, flapping its arms in (de)light
you leave me moping, hoping to see you
when the sun sets its head upon a cloud
closes its shiny eyes – but
I love you still

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A Midnight Moment

Day Twelve of NaPoWriMo
alliteration/assonance

A Midnight Moment

the moon shone down
around the meadow beams
meandering from stone to stone
I followed them across
the marsh
and there met you

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Sculpting En Plein Air

d’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #30
It’s a ‘drizzle’ kind day with Mish tending bar at the pub

This is one of those poems that took off and wrote itself 😉

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Sculpting En Plein Air

Drops began to drizzle
The day work began
His spirit began to frizzle
Under rainy clouds
Desire began to fizzle
He had lost the sizzle
Of sculpting his true love
She began to shiver
Could not hold the pose
He put down his chisel

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Party Girlie

d’Verse Poets Pub: Quadrille – balloon
De has us up in the air with balloons today

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Party Girlie

I’m feeling rather bal(loony)
No one pulling my strings
No longer anchored by
Heavy thoughts
Floating along with whichever
Wind blows the sweetest
Bobbing through the day seemingly
Without direction or purpose
Looking for a party or some
Celebration where I can
Be me

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Sleepover

d’Verse Quadrille #27 – giggle
De has us laughing over our Quadrilles today.
Here’s my silly offering.

Sleepover

we booked the gig(gle)
for Friday night
and I wore a wig(gle)
just for laughs
we danced a jig(gle)
until the street lights came on
by the glow of a flashlight
we read poetry
until our eyes drooped
and the words were mere squiggles

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Just Gone

d’verse Quadrille #26 – ghost
Kim has us ghost busting today at the Poets Pub. I’m afraid mine turned a little maudlin. It’s not based on anything personal, just how my muse chose to write today.
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Just Gone

I searched for you
Among the tumbled
Crumbled tombstones

I sat quietly in
Vaulted cathedrals
Watching flickering candles

But you did not appear
Not a wisp or
A touch of cold air

You are nowhere
There is no ghostly you
To fill this void