d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #96: Wild Monday
Kim has us going wild today.
She never did sow wild oats.
She was more like oatmeal –
quiet, dependable, good for you.
But when he came along,
with his wild blueberries and
sweet sugar, it was the perfect
match – a recipe for a bowl full
of happily ever-after mornings.
d’ Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #93: Spirited Poems
there is something spiritual
about my cat – with golden eyes
that hold the wisdom of the ages,
and soft white coat –
she sits quietly on the window
alter, contemplating raindrops and
wind blown leaves, communing
with birds on the other side of
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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #91 – Keep
She stashed some peanut butter cups
and foil-wrapped kisses in her car seat –
leftovers from a night of trick-or-treating.
She is keeping them for an emergency, she told me.
I drop her at school, pull into traffic,
And feel a chocolate emergency coming on.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Polyptoton
Polyptoton is a rhetorical device used for style and persuasiveness. It is a special kind of repetition where the common base of a word is repeated, but not the whole word exactly.
One example of this is “I dreamed a dream.” Others would be “a song unsung” or “life worth living”.
An Unexpected Harvest
I seeded some seeds found in a bag
An unmarked bag left in a drawer
I seeded the seeds that surely must be
The Lupines from a friend
I seeded those seeds in freshly turned dirt
Rich, humusy dirt from my compost
I seeded brown seeds in a curvy row
Behind the Shasta Daisies
I seeded many seeds then patiently waited
For the spectacle of purple
I seeded unknown seeds expecting flowers
Instead, I got a lovely row of beets
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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.