By the Stars
No map exists for the course
that brought me to you. Yet,
with the stars as my guide,
there was but one path.
Once a heart knows the way,
it cannot be denied.
Mine would not stop
until it found its way to you.
This is my response to Quadrille #155 – Mapping out our poems, the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word map in a Quadrille – a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
Image source: freeimages.com
Nebulous
No more, yet no less, sensitive
than those around her.
In tune with her emotions.
A siren calls
from an interstellar cloud,
her song familiar notes.
Then and now.
Her voice imploring,
know this truth.
This star my heart
is meant only for you.
This is my response to Quadrille #169: A Star (Poem) is Born,
the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word star in a Quadrille – a 44-word poem
(excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
Image source: Astronomy Picture of the Day ~ The Heart of the Rosette Nebula (© Lyman Insley)
Cold Shoulder
What separates us
does not make us better.
Even the thinnest
layer of ice threatens
to shatter all that we’ve built.
Words left unspoken,
never allowed
to reach the surface,
only serve to strengthen
the divide, remove
the chance to heal.
Speak to me.
This is my response to Quadrille #168,
the prompt from Mish at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word ice in a Quadrille – a 44-word poem
(excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
How a Heart Heals
Long held in self-imposed darkness,
removed from all past pain,
a heart boldly wills itself to open
to possibilities, that light of day
might reveal a world open to it,
return to it a joy long lost,
that it might once more know love.
This is my response to Q44 #167 – To BOLD-ly Go,
the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word bold in a Quadrille – a 44-word poem
(excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
Ice Castle
You fight with fire yet refuse to warm to me.
Years and years of fabrication
after fabrication, building
and rebuilding higher and higher
walls, by a princess in an ice castle,
precarious and perilous,
leave me with no desire
to see those walls melt.
This is my response to dVerse Quadrille 165 – Warmly,
the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word warm in a 44-word poem
(excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
Winged Vigilance
Floating sixty feet from your sycamore perch,
I sit against the bank, marveling
at the beauty captured by my lens.
Camera stowed, I drift beneath your stately form.
Your white head turns to track my progress
before you take wing, satisfied with my intent.
This is my response to Quadrille #161: Staying on Track, the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word track in a 44-word poem (excluding title),
with no required meter or rhyme.
When I originally responded with Winged Sentinel earlier this afternoon, I got so carried away with the image in my mind that I completely forgot that it’s supposed to be quadrille. I hope I’ve captured the same imagery with this version.
Private Audience
Tucked out of sight beneath a rock ledge,
my kayak motionless on water
smooth as glass, I gaze from shadow
into light, spellbound by an aerial ballet
of swallows weaving around each other
as if choreographed in a performance
for an audience of one.
This is my response to Quadrille #154: Casting a Poetic Spell, the prompt from Sanaa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word spell in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
Selling Out
I browse,
read the news feed,
but I’m not buying it.
The words that fall
out of their mouths express
concern for the loss of life.
Of course it’s senseless.
Even more senseless
is their insistence
that more guns
will make it go away.
This is my response to Quadrille #153: Out of the Meadow’s Browse, the prompt from Sarah at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word browse in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
Image: a 16 May 2022 tweet (now deleted) posted by Daniel Defense,
manufacturer of the gun used to kill 19 children and 2 teachers in Uvalde, Texas.
The tweet also quoted Proverbs 22:6
“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
Giraffe Dreams
Come lay your head on my shoulder
and I will tell you all the things
you can look forward to as you sleep
All of the leaves in the trees
will hang low for you
and be as many as stars in the night
This is my response to Quadrille night! Sleepy times, the prompt from Sarah at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which s to use a form of the word sleep in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme. This poem uses 2 stanzas (slightly revised from my poem Giraffe Lullaby, which was written years ago for my daughter.
Image: Griffis Sculpture Park, East Otto, New York
Chalk It up to Love
Moments that were stellar?
Of course.
I have three beautiful souls in my life.
Life without them?
Unimaginable.
Moments that were not?
Unfortunately.
This time, I am getting it right.
Some might chalk it up to experience,
but another beautiful soul is the key.
This poem is my response to Quadrille #150 – Chalk it up to Poetry, the prompt from Lillian at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word chalk in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
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