The pattern I see is pleasing and some variations in color attractive to the eye But do I trust my judgement accepting a gift that stirs emotions without understanding why For a leopard cannot change its spots No matter how hard It might try
Clouds fill the sky darkening the days A somber mood covers the earth in a blanket of disdain No animal makes a sound nor a bird does sing The oceans are on raging fire marking earth with a blood stain
Marriage saved from extinction after weeks of not understanding the distinction between two people with opposing views Hurting each other beyond belief the other must choose Anger escalating blinded with rage until the coin drops in the slot and no more war to wage
Linda from Charmed Chaos is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille tonight. Her prompt word is Extinction. A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title.
De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse tonight Tonights prompt is Voice A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title
The sky freckled with tangerine clouds The sun’s last breath of the day The water glittered with diamonds and shadows grew long as the evening turned grey Through the looking glass of twilight astral forms came into view and under the stars we lay
Kim, from Writing in North Norfolk, is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted us with the word Fret which can be a verb or a noun. I chose the verb. A Quadrille is a poem with exactly 44 words excluding the title.
