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.
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 steady rain kisses my cheeks
Mixing with my tears
I am waiting for you to come
and quell my deepest fears
Why are you so late my love?
I hope it is not true
You have found someone else
Maybe I always knew
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
dVerse Poets Pub is hosted tonight by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo)
and we have been challenged to write a Quadrille with the word "Kiss"
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title
Photo by Laura Marques on Unsplash
Steep the fragrant blossoms
In oil
and pluck the grapes
from the vine
Slice the ripe oranges
And sweeten the wine
Draw a bath
of fresh scented roses
and recline
in its relaxant power
Lie back closing your eyes
and envisage
the Lotus flower
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
DVerse Poets Monday Quadrille with Mish - Prompt word Steep
A quadrille is a poem with exactly 44 words, excluding the title
Photo by Anthony Tran on Unsplash
A change is as good as a rest
and the Leopard can’t change his spots
A change in the weather
is like changing your socks
You can change your tune
and change your mind
Now isn’t that strange
The only thing inevitable
is change
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by WhisyGizmo - Quadrille on Change
A quadrille is a poem of 44 words exactly, excluding the title
Photo by Ross Findon on Unsplash