Category: quadrille

Sculpting En Plein Air

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

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

Party Girlie

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

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

Sleepover

~ Candace ~ 20 Comments

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

Just Gone

~ Candace ~ 27 Comments

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

The Phrenologist

~ Candace ~ 14 Comments

Quadrille # 22 – scar

The Phrenologist

The charlatan claimed to
Be able to read the bumps
And dents on my scull
He massaged, prodded
Poked, stroked
Then told me I was kind,
stubborn
A little sensitive
What would he tell me
If he could read the scars
On my heart

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De has us scar(ffing) up words to fill a Quadrille over at d’Verse Poets Pub

Ooopsie

~ Candace ~ 28 Comments

Quadrille #19 – spark
De is asking us to put some “spark” in our Quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub today

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Ooopsie

It was the spark –
That stray remark made
In the dark while we were
Parked under the stars
With other cars watching
A show on giant screens
I didn’t mean to speak
Out loud, so the whole crowd
Could hear my deepest thoughts