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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
MTB — Variations on the Rubaiyat – Frank is tending bar at the Pub today
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Breaking Up
The moment that you touch my lips
I feel more inches on my hips
More pounds the scale will indicate
If I but make one little slip
I’ve licked you from my fingertips
And savored you as warming sips
I’m sorry darling chocolate
I’m leaving you for crisp kale chips
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Just kidding! 🤗 I would never break up with chocolate.
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
My Almost Masterpiece
How do I know just when to stop
When one more stroke would be too much
Or do I need to shade and crop?
I turn the bottom to the top
A little trick – it’s not a crutch
How do I know just when to stop?
Add cobalt blue to make it pop
Titanium white – a tiny touch
Or do I need to shade and crop?
Paint out the extra still life prop
Then add another pear or such
How do I know just when to stop?
Put down the brush now, let it drop
Release it from my desperate clutch
Or do I need to shade and crop?
Walk away, my canvas swap
Before I change it overmuch
How do I know just when to stop?
Or do I need to shade and crop?
Sunny-side up! At d’Verse Poets Pub
Lillian is looking for some sun
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Capturing the Sun
I picked a bunch of
Buttery daffodils
Trying to capture the sun
To keep a little piece for
Those days when the sky
Is only shades of gray
With dabs of paint and
Bold brush strokes my
Canvas is covered with
Yellow ruffles of sunshine
That cloudy days can not
Obscure
Sunny-side up! At d’Verse Poets Pub
Lillian is looking for some sun
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Finding Sun on a Rainy Day
Gray, rainy, damp
A somber Spring day
A day for curling up
With that book I’ve
Been meaning to read
And a cup of Earl Gray
Brewed in my sunny
Yellow teapot
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 – MTB: Phantom Form — Shadorma
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A Silent Friend
the fog knows
small secrets we keep
what we hide
from the light
like a good friend who won’t tell
what has been whispered
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
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