It stings, cuts, snipes and slashes
Pounds the brain
Twisting stomachs
In an intricate macramé of knotted concern
Takes breath from bodies
Blinds eyes
Bruises souls
It expands the heart
And it also breaks it
Love
The most arduous, gut-wrenching
Piece of work
Ever!
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All Rights Reserved
Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse tonight. Today is
Labor Day in the US and she has promoted us with the word ‘Work’
I stare at the paper
The type as black
as my heart
Bold as my actions
I see my name and your name
but my eyes refuse to go further
The rest is a blurred mangle
of words and emotions
that delivered this decree
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved
De Jackson is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets
and she has prompted us with the word ‘Type’
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title
Today I stole precious moments Sitting for half hour Choosing to defy summer heat Longing for sun’s warmth And the scent of summer flowers I browse the book on my lap that tells me to take time and smell the roses … so I did Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets and has prompted us to use the word ’Browse’ A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title Image Pixabay
Eyes closed, my mind wanders
I summon my muse
who takes me through fields
of gold in late summer
Thoughts come quickly,
conjuring the words I need
they spill easily from my mind
My pen pirouettes
across the paper
and my poem is born
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved
De Jackson is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse and
has prompted us with the word “Paper”
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.
Fool me once as the saying goes shame on you Fool me twice then shame on me What is this force that pulls me to you and I go willingly without resistance Defying sanity When do I stop Sprinkling salt in my own wounds? Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved De Jackson is out host at D'Verse tonight for Monday Quadrille. The prompt for tonight is "Salt"
Come flirt with me So we might spread Our wings and fly To exotic places calling Come and kiss me gently Your lips I want to taste An amuse bouche To tease me playfully and whet my appetite for what is yet to come Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved De Jackson, aka Whimsy Gizmo, is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets. She has prompted us with any form of the word muse or amuse etc. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title
The man who would be king rules in his own limited mind Throwing money to those who will acquiesce to his demands and laugh at his repetitive, unfunny jokes Responding positively to his constant need for admiration Kissing the ring of the self-crowned monarch Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved De Jackson from Whimsy Gizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets and she has prompted us with the word Crown. A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title, and tonight it must include the word 'crown'. Photo - Pixabay
It is fair to say that you have let me down In all fairness I ask you honestly through a frown I’m not your fair weather friend Easy come, easy go I deserve better Fair’s fair I think So away from you I grow Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets. Her prompt tonight is the word 'Fair' A Quadrille is a poem of 44 words excluding the title Photo - Pixabay
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 Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved 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
I heard the calling and came to you Knowing it was where I was meant to be Strange, unsettling, wanting to adapt I listened to your words and I drank in your water, deep into my being until it stoned me to my soul Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved De Jackson is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille she and has prompted us with the word 'Stone'. I immediately thought of one of my favorite Van Morrison songs "And It Stoned Me" from his Moondance album. It inspired my quadrille. The song is about an experience Morrison had when he was 12 years old. After a day of fishing outside a village named Ballystockart in his native Ireland, Morrison and his friends stopped in one of the village's houses, where they saw an old man sitting inside. In Steven Turner's Van Morrison: Too Late to Stop Now, Morrison describes him as "dark weather-beaten." Morrison and his friends asked the man for water, and he gave them some he'd gotten from a nearby stream. As Morrison drank the stream water he slipped into mystical experience. "Time stood still," he says in Too Late to Stop Now. "For five minutes everything was really quiet and I was in this other dimension. "That's what the song is about." Courtesy of Songfacts
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title