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A Gathering Most Fowl

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

 

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Unzipped

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

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I meant to paint an egg

 

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

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Still Life

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

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Moon Burn

Burning Inspiration–dVerse Quadrille # – Victoria has us turning up the heat in the Pub with this prompt

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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Heart Condition

D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #50 – murmur

De has us murmuring to ourselves at the Pub today


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”