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.
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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
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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
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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
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A good dog you cannot spoil
Nor can you teach her
to wag her tail
She is an angel on earth
Sent to you so you’ll know
Things are not so frail
Unconditional love
is yours for the asking
Given freely for your avail
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Lillian’s prompt at D’Verse Poets Spoil – A Quadrille
Quadrille is exactly 44 words, excluding the title
Photo courtesy of Grace
In the Milky Way
A sliver of the moon
Winks in the sky
Like a hook to catch
A fish that might fly
The night is glowing
As stars dot the darkness
Like a breadcrumb trail
Brightening your way home
On a galactic scale
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to dVerse Poets – De Jackson’s Quadrille Challenge – Wink
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title
Photo by Benjamin Voros on Unsplash
In the early morning light
You are a vision without a care
Long red hair tied up in a velvet ribbon
Your green dress worn with flair
You are playful in spirit
and full of excitement
To say you are beautiful
is an understatement
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Kim at dVerse Poets Quadrille #67 Challenge – Early
A quadrille is poem of exactly 44 words including the prompt word
You promised to love me
and to protect me always
Through thick and thin
for the rest of our days
However you lied to me
and my heart was broken
I harbor no ill will toward you, but
another word will never be spoken
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to D’verse Poets Monday Quadrille Challenge by Lillian – Harbor
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words (excluding the title)
In response to d’verse poets Quadrille #62 – BOX
Don’t think outside
the box
or even when you’re in it
Throw the box away
Containing nonsense
you never look at
Hoarding is a disease
You don’t need it anyway
Don’t get boxed in
like Jack did
He had to jump
Remember Boxing Day?
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word count 44 – Quadrille