Lasting Impressions
Footsteps on the shore, your hand in mine.
Water welcomed by sand, welcoming us,
the warmth of waves washing over heart and soul.
The impression of each step taken
where then meets now, but always now.
Once stirred, these emotions will not abandon me.
This is my response to Quadrille #99 – Poems Stirred, Not Shaken
– the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse, which is to use the word stir
in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
Known, All Along
Would I peel back the layers,
only to find what I’ve known
all along? Never, the need for that,
when knowing your many sides
is what makes you so dear to me.
To have my heart held within
those layers is more than enough
This is my response to Quadrille #98: Peelings… Nothing More —
the prompt from Mish at dVerse, which is to use the word peel
in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
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Shaming
Within the lies that tell of wonders wild
there lies the truth that wonder stolen
at the cost of freedom is nothing more
than a false face placed on the truly noble
as we don a face of false bravado
and our true shame.
This quadrille is inspired by, and a response to, Taming, from erbiage.
The prompt for Quadrille #96: Wild Monday is to use the word wild
in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
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Placid Waters
Wild only in its freedom,
there is no white water here,
just a paddle caressing
its surface, a stillness
marred only by ripples
of trees dancing as they reach
from the bow of a kayak
to the shore that holds
steadfast their stately canopy.
This is my response to Quadrille #96: Wild Monday — the prompt from Kim at dVerse, which is to use the word wild in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
Image: Ellicott Creek, Amherst New York
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Despair
This spirit that holds me, this answer to my trials, answers to no one, its unremitting darkness consuming all desire to seek a way out of its depths, no light strong enough to wrest me from a grip that drags me ever further down.
This prose poem is my response to Quadrille #93: Spirited Poems
— the prompt from Kim at dVerse, which is to use the word spirit
in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
Lost Keepsakes
Do you still keep those memories
we once held dear, now that we have
nothing else to share? The one thing
we could not divide between us
dwindled away for me, once we went
our separate ways, leaving nothing
but faint memories of memories.
This is my response to Quadrille #91 – Keep — the prompt from Kim at dVerse, which is to use the word keep in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
Fading Glory
Which color is more true,
the rust of leaves that turn
their back on gaudy display
as they cling to an oak in October,
or the vibrancy reflected
in the stream below, shouting
the grandeur of its passing?
The sun will set on both, before long.
This is my response to Quadrille #89 – Are You Set? — the prompt from Merril at dVerse, which is to use the word set in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
Image: Sunset on the Missouri River at St. Thomas, Missouri
