not winking: a quadrille

Closing one eye

I am not winking

I am blinded by sunlight

Posing on one leg

I am not avian

I am practicing yoga

Singing the blues

I am not downhearted

I am indigo

Closing both eyes

I am not tired

I am listening

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The Monday afternoon dVerse challenge from WhimsyGizmo is to write a quadrille (44-word poem) using the word “wink”.

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persuasion: a quadrille

Early autumn is gone,

dried leaves scattered,

marigolds dead from frost,

yet, Sun sparkles ochre colours,

pulses from behind grey clouds,

at night, waxing Moon lingers low,

two matches striking,

begging sparks of happiness

from cold bones who mourn

that what has been departs.

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A quadrille (a 44-word poem) for dVerse Poets Pub using the word ‘early’.

Autumn memories

Autumn leaves scatter on the sidewalk a block from home

Back from a first day of school inhaling musty maple

Cool breeze, long sleeves, polished shoes and a flutter of news

Days of firsts dangling fresh books, a new teacher and friends

Etched in memory, each September of slanting light

Fuel for a spirit treading toward dark December nights.

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Lillian at dVerse challenged us to write an ‘Alphabet Sestet’, a six-line poem using any consecutive series of alphabet letters to commence each line. I went with ABCDEF.

sunken steps

sunken steps of stone,

history rustling in the trees,

nothing but worn footholds left,

when those who remember are gone

the universe sighs final breaths,

ripples of joy and sorrow.

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This small poem emerged today from a haiku that I posted on September 18, 2017, almost one year ago:

sunken steps of stone

under ancient canopy

history rustles

The idea to do this came from Amaya at dVerse who, for Tuesday Poetics: On a Loop, invites us to loop back to a past September 11 (or date nearby) to create a new poem from a piece of an old one.

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unspoken judgment

into the ‘fiery wind’ what would I say?

scratched dirt jams my nails to the quicks…

this heaviness of breath, this seeping energy

if I ask…

will you admit your unspoken truth?

or brush it off with a laugh?

next time, I may speak.

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This is a quadrille (poem of 44 words) using the dVerse prompt word ‘quick’. Thanks and credit must go to Jane Dougherty whose use of the phrase ‘words in the fiery wind’ in a recent poem, inspired me to write today.

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