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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
—
De has us scar(ffing) up words to fill a Quadrille over at d’Verse Poets Pub
Quadrille #19 – spark
De is asking us to put some “spark” in our Quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub today
–
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
Quadrille #18 -Cloud
Kim, from Writing in North Norfolk, is tending bar at d’Verse Poets Pub and has challenged us to write a Quadrille using the word cloud
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Weather Forecast
the weather man predicts
sunny skies and gentle breezes
a perfect day for picnics, bike rides
and butter pecan ice cream cones
all the things we did together
when we were together
now
alone
inside
the forecast is
cloudy
with a chance of tears
It’s Quadrille time at d’Verse
I got so caught up in the shadows I forgot to watch the word count – duh.
Here’s my revision
~
I walked around the lake
the way we used to
and looked for you when I
heard the hawks
over head
As the sun cast long fingers
of orange across the water
I longed to see your shadow
fall across my path once more
d”Verse Poets Quadrille # 17
De at whimsygizmo is asking us to write about shadows today
Missing Your Shadow
I walked around the lake
the way we used to do
and bought pellets to
feed the ducks
the way we used to do
I looked for you when I
heard the hawks over head
circling in the warm updrafts
I smiled at dogs and children
running past our favorite bench
but the joy was gone
As the sun cast long fingers
of orange across the water
I longed to see your shadow
fall across my path once more
We’re writing a Quadrille at d’Verse Poets where Bjorn is tending bar.
44 words using the word ‘Jar’
~
if I could, I would
capture your
smile in a jar
to comfort me
on cloudy days
or stormy nights
and when I’m cold or
feeling scared I
would open the lid
ever so slightly
to hear your laugh
and I’d be brave again
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also posting this on the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
It didn’t matter where
we were going
It was the ride
that created our memories
singing in the back seat
– the songs our
mother taught us –
“Hey, Hey Good Lookin”
and “I See The Moon”
it was the journey we
always remembered
—
The Pub is open again at d’Verse and were writing Quadrilles about a journey.
d’Verse – Poets Pub
Imaginary Garden – Tuesday Platform
Quadrille # 12 – rose
~
Hey bud
isn’t it time you a-rose
sun’s been shinin’ for hours
and you’re still curled,
rolled up tightly
I’m waitin’ for a sign
a little flutter, a waft
of bouquet
this thorny behavior
has me pleadin’
my heart bleedin’
ready for bloomin’ pink
d’Verse Poets Quadrille 10 – breeze
it was a breeze that brought the scent
of summer roses to my room
I closed my eyes and thought of you
and nights we spent along the stream
I felt your kisses on my lips and heard you
whisper words of promised love
it was the green season
the perfect time
to sow love
in the fertile soil of
a new relationship
water it with
gentle tears of joyfulness
warm it with smiles
then watch the tender shoots
of fancy become strong
enough to bind two hearts
~
d’Verse Poets Quadrille # 19 – green
& Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
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