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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #62 – Thinkin’ Inside the Box
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Breaking Out
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This poem feels boxed in
Wants to rock out
Twist and shout
Become unorthodox
This poem would like to
Break the mold
Try something bold
In colored ink create
Designs upon its box
That make you think so
Maybe you’ll become
Unboxed with it
d’Verse Quadrille #61 – puzzle
The Missing Piece of My Day
it was a puzzely sort of day
pieces just didn’t seem
to fit together
I tried pushing round bits
into square-ish slots until
the edges started to come
unglued – flake apart
I searched for missing parts
and found each one except
the heart
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #59 – Cycle
Kim is hosting at the Pub and she has our wheels spinning
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Learning to Ride
Little legs pumping
Little face pouting
Little hands gripping
Trying to pedal her shiny
Pink three-wheeled bike
Little progress without a
Little help from Dad
Little hill she picks up speed
Big smile
Big giggles – she feels like a
Big girl riding a
Try-cycle
Quadrille #58 – Cobble us a Poem
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A Cobbled Heart
Her tender heart was
Coming apart at the seams
(it seems)
He found some threads
Of truth to use
To mend the open places
Where trust was seeping out
And stitch by stitch he
Cobbled together the pieces
Until her heart was whole again
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille – Shall We Gather?
Lillian is gathering quadrilles over at the pub
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A Gathering Most Fowl
It was a mob scene
A larger-than-large gathering
This gaggle of geese
Waiting, impatiently,
For the corn in our pockets
Honking, pushing, and when
We had no more to give
They swam gracefully to the
Other side of the lake
Without a backward glance
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #54: Zip It!
Unzipped
This poem has lost the
zippity
In it’s doo-dah
It’s buttoned down
Zipped up seriousness
Until it grabs a rope
And zip lines to the
Party side of my heart
Where darkness is
Banished by a sea of
waving Zippos and
hippy-dippy zippy tunes
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #53 – Egg
I meant to paint an egg ……
Maybe three
Lovely brown eggs
With some dark speckles
A downy feather stuck
To one of them
A slight crack for interest
put them in a nest,
in a coop,
with some chickens
Instead
I painted a pear
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #52 Let’s Fire it Up
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Still Life
she wipes the smudges from her hand
stares at the gray shapes on her canvas
birds, flowers, trees, seem to magically
spring from the vine charcoal she
holds between her fingers
maybe the magic was in the fire, burning
life into dry willow branches
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I’ve been taking some art classes recently – vine charcoal is made by burning grape vines or willow branches to a specific hardness.
Also posting on Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Burning Inspiration–dVerse Quadrille # – Victoria has us turning up the heat in the Pub with this prompt
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Moon Burn
I love the gentleness of the moon
Softly glowing without intensity
We can gaze at each other
Without protection
No need for moon glasses
Or moon screen
Moonbeams drift
Harmlessly down to kiss my
Up-turned face and there
Is no danger of getting burned
D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #50 – murmur
De has us murmuring to ourselves at the Pub today
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Heart Condition
An affliction of the heart
Not a-pitter or a-patter
No whooshing, beating,
Thrumming sound
Something softer
Smoother
Steady
A whisper
That continues
Through the day
And through the night
A comforting small murmur
Of your voice repeating
“I love you”
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