Category: Life

Butterflies – A Quadrille

Butterflies

Ugliness lives
in an anger-filled world
careening out of control
Violence and hatred rule
in the name of rights
minus responsibilities

Butterflies live
and flutter in silence
The delicate beauty
of the moment
touching senses
with colorful vision
and gentleness

Imagination captured
Escape secured


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Lillian is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets
She has prompted us with the word "Careen"

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words minus the title

Photo by __ drz __ on Unsplash

Beginning to End – A Quadrille

Beginning to End

A face once smooth
Creamy as alabaster
now lined and sallow
The thick dark hair
highlighting burnt sienna
becomes thinning and white
Tight skin stretched onetime
over strong muscular limbs
Defying gravity
hanging in crepe folds
Soon the cycle will end
Ashes to ashes


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Sarah is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets
and has prompted us with the word 'Ash'

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title

Image by Tomislav Jakupec from Pixabay 

Desert Rose

Desert Rose

Wind in the Sierras
blowing tumbleweed
across barren, dry landscape
Gone are the heady moments
from the previous night
with men all named John
Insidious pleasures
and steamy dalliances
A day in the life of a girl
known as Desert Rose


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Prompts

Stream of Consciousness - The last photo you took - mine is one of my plants, The Desert Rose which is blooming right now.  It’s name inspired my poem.
RDP - Tumble
FOWC - Insidious
Word of the Day - Dalliance

Stop – Poem of the Month – September 2021

Stop

Stop talking over my voice
I cannot be heard
 
Stop ignoring me 
When I speak
 
Stop repeating yourself
Over and over again
 
Stop complaining
About things long gone
 
Stop disrespecting
People who have done you no harm
 
Stop holding grudges
That will never leave your grasp
 
Stop sabotaging events
Because you see others happy
 
Stop destroying every relationship
You ever had
 
Stop expelling
People from your life
 
Stop feeding on the poison
Hoping the other person will die
 
Stop being a bastard
You weren’t born that way
 
Just stop

 
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Bjorn is hosting D'Verse poets as their 10 Year Anniversary week
wraps up.  He has prompted us with "Chant" poetry.

Word Prompts

Word of the Day - Self
RDP - Expel

Image -  Pixabay 

On A Wing And A Prayer

On A Wing And A Prayer

Destiny is a crap shoot
Caution thrown to the winds
and you are a winner or loser
in the game of chance

Odds predict disappointment
of an unknown outcome 
Yet life is lived in hope
on a wing and a prayer
 

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Word Prompts

FOWC - Wing
RDP - Destiny
Word of the Day - Disappointment

Image by JohannaIris from Pixabay 

I See A Red Door …

I See A Red Door …

 Red is for danger
 so beware
 You would enter
 this door,
 assuming you could even reach it,
 at your own risk
 

 If I were to let you in
 it would be by invitation only
 On my terms
 I would control your entry
 from the inside
 No coming and going 
 as you please
 

 I do not know you well
 and I no longer trust
 

 So be it
 

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 All Rights Reserved

 Sanaa from A Dash of Sunny is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
 and she has prompted us with minimalist photography using photos
 provided by fellow poet and photographer Glenn Butkus. Check out
 his amazing photos on the D'Verse page. I chose the Red Door for my poem
 

It’s A Dog’s Life

It’s A Dog’s Life

I follow as a puppy
to the ends of the earth,
loving unconditionally 
and forgiving all your sins
My time here is
to please only you
 
You smile at my idiosyncrasies
Scratching your head
at what I do
Whether I chase my tail
trying to find the answers
or digging and digging
away at something
until I reach China
 
I hope like me you will one day
sniff out what’s new and different
and travel with the windows down
once in a while
and never, ever hold a grudge
We have so much to learn
from each other
but one thing we will never do
is bite the hand that feeds us
 
 
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Kim at Writing in North Norfolk is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with writing a poem in the first person
that compares some trait of ours with something animal.
It should not be a whale, but another creature (mammal, fish, bird,
insect, etc.) with which we have something in common. The title
should be the animal thing, in the same way Marjorie Saiser chose
‘The Print the Whales Make’.

Image by Nikki Luijpers from Pixabay 

The Strong and the Weak

The Strong and the Weak

Pure white sheets on washing lines billow in the wind
like clouds moving swiftly across the blue-sky expanse
Strong yet soft to touch with a scent of freshness
Capable of many washings and bleaching
A high thread count, thick but cool on the skin
 
Fine, sensitive delicates are no longer hanging here
The past not easy to rinse away as the plain utilitarian cottons
These silky items are now handwashed gently with love
and left to dry flat, smoothing away any further wrinkles
Susceptible to damage, cared for and protected
 
 
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De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us with the 'Laundry' and we may do it any
way we like.  He also gave us some 'washing' prompts to use
I chose to use three:  dry flat. wrinkles and fine delicates 
 

Hotter Than Hades

Hotter Than Hades

That summer when I was seven was hotter than Hades
The earth dry and cracked like a moon crater
I remember Grandma sitting on her porch
Snipping the green beans into her apron
Wiping the sweat from her eyes
with the damp cloth permanently wrapped around her neck
We spent most days down in the swimming hole
Swinging from the tree and jumping in the water
or floating in tire tubes just to stay cool
When the sun went down we'd catch fireflies in jars
and watch the June bugs spinning on their backs
by the kitchen door
The days passed slower than molasses
Daddy used to say it was hotter than a stolen tamale
I remember the swarm of grasshoppers that came
They were bigger than Texas.  Billy said they were locusts
They ate momma’s sunflowers,
making her madder than a hornet
There were so many in the air they would land on your legs
while you were riding your bike
Grown-ups were bad-tempered and us kids stayed well away
It seemed as if it was never going to rain
Until that day when big fat drops spotted the pavement 
Like the polka dots on my Sunday best dress
It was a Saturday
Finally, the heavens opened
and the rain came down in buckets
We danced in the street until we were soaked to the skin
and Grandma chased us in with her broom
The next day we all went to church to give thanks 
 
 
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Grace is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and she has
prompted us to write a poem incorporating setting (specific or descriptive) in our blog.

Word Prompt

Swim - FOWC

Photo by Tengyart on Unsplash

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