When my words
are suppressed
and not permitted
to be spoken
I have been silenced
They remain stuck
deep in my throat
until I choke
and sputter
My voice unheard
Who speaks for me?
My words
must be heard
Without them
I am nothing
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Mish is hosting Monday Quadrille at
D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with "Freckles"
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words
excluding the title
Words prompt
Astral - RDP
Go Dog Go Cafe - Through the Looking Glass
Image by David Mark from Pixabay
Rising Sun – A Quadrille
As it finally breaks the dawn
stealing from the night
It wakens the sleeping birds
as it bathes the world in light
The sun’s great yellow orb
rising slowly in the big sky
flanked by cotton ball clouds
sitting way up there on high
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Grace is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets tonight. Our prompt is 'Sun'
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words
excluding the title
Ipage by Mohamed Hassan, Pixabay
Please, love, fret no more
Crying will make it worse
If words of anger are spoken
It does not make a curse
The air had been very heated
and emotions were running quite high
Hurtful things were conveyed
but your tears will eventually dry
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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.
Rich dark soil
of the rolling hills
gave birth to ancient vines
Blessed by priests in spring
for a bountiful
harvest time
Forever at the mercy
of fickle elements
Let us pray for clusters
of plump fruit
For the making of
our fine wine
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Kim for Writing in Northerlies Norfolk is hosting
Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets
Tonight she has asked us to take any meaning, form
or compound of the word rich
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding
the title.
A plangent chorus
of early birds
My wake up call this day
Busy at work
singing and feeding
without hesitation or delay
Sandhill cranes
moving slowly
along the river bed
Their rattling bugle call
can be heard for miles
enough to wake the dead
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
WimsyGizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets tonight. He has prompted us
with the word "Up"
Word Prompts:
Plagent
River
Image by skeeze from Pixabay
Unable to rise above
feelings of despair
Dragging me down
on this road to nowhere
Strength and bravery
failing me once more
eyes blinded
as I crawl on the floor
Help me please
as you are wise
Lift me up
So, I may rise
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title
Merril is hosting at DVerse Poets for Quadrille Monday
and her prompt this week is Rise
Photo by Shalom de León on Unsplash
The fisherman would troll
the waters deep
A habit he formed
He could not sleep
Night after night
patient for the catch
Staring out to sea
Willing the batch
His nets did trawl
But for naught
A snifter of whisky
For sleep he thought
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Frank Hubeny is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille
His prompt word is Troll. I chose this definition of the word.
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.
Photo by sasan rashtipour on Unsplash
The temperature spiked
It was 110 degrees
A sweltering heat
and still no sign of a breeze
Flies on the skin
sucking body sweat
Dogs panting loudly
Raindrops not a threat
Overweight citizens
fanning themselves furiously
Too tired to speak and
Going nowhere dubiously
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to DVerse Poets Monday Quadrille
Hosted by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo)
The prompt was "Spiked"
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 Words
excluding the title
How daintily she sipped
her vodka martini
As she ordered
her Caprese panini
Looking so exotic
sitting by the pool
in her sexy bikini
Feeling confident
being away from those
who knew her
Sampling cocktails
and sipping liqueurs
She had become
quite the poseur
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
DVerse Poets - Monday Quadrille Prompt - Sip
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title