When perfection eludes you and bad things happen

in her precious new van
she backs up
slow, careful, alert
checking each mirror
All of a sudden
reflexes snap
her foot slams
Is it sound or impact?
her brain detects
a sickening crunch
A short iron post has jumped
into her path


This is a quadrille (44-word poem) using the dVerse quadrille word of the week: ‘crunch’….The story is fiction.

©2017 Ontheland



Courage is
to see a problem with no simple answer and
to keep asking,
living with the question
hoping, trusting
in the power of small change,
easings of will
until one day,
those rocks in your shoes
roll aside or
glitter as crushed sand


©2017 Ontheland

A ‘late’ quadrille (poem of 44 words) for dVerse Quadrille #45 — Rock


eerie sound leaks
crackles hearing
scratches unease

gate hinge moves
dry branch wavers
feet tread parquet

a stomach squeaks
wet chickpeas swell
freezer ice shuffles

a realm of dry,
of hidden shifts, some
bespeak dysfunction—

a long haunting
syllable stretched
in a crack— cr-ea-ks

©2017 Ontheland


In response to dVERSE POETS PUB challenge to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word creak.



When morning comes

and light returns,

hope’s feathers may lie still

but hear the wisdom of a child or 

new leader with caring speech,

tromp through cool autumn woods 

or cradle a late seedling—

that feeling of aliveness

(they call it ‘hope’ )

may return


©2017 Ontheland

The new Quadrille word is ‘hope’. To find more poems using hope or hope-formed words, please check ‘Mister Linky’ at the prompt post.


I glimpsed history

in a cinnamon bun.


cassia, tamale…

millennia murmur

of an evergreen bark

born in tropical lands,

tender quills

traded across oceans, deserts 

for Gods, monarchs and feasts

Today: a stick for hot cider, or brown powder in a spice jar.

©2017 Ontheland

This was a quadrille for dVerse using the word ‘spice’.  For cinnamon, Cinnamomum is the plant genus. Cassia and Tamale are two species names. The photos are offered for public use through Pixabay: cinnamon sticks and spice jars.


I feel your suchness without knowing your name.

I crave to know more, to adorn you with name and story. 

My senses thirst for fractal arrays beyond an idle glance. 

I was born free of words that now tailor my thoughts, clothe my senses.


‘Suchness’ :

“1 :the quality or state of being such :essential or characteristic quality…

2 Buddhism :nameless and characterless reality in its ultimate nature — called also tathata, thusness”


A recent Ontheroad prompt has had me pondering ‘suchness’ and ‘free’ is this week’s theme for quadrilles at dVerse Poets Pub.

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Standing on a crate,

my head 

in a halo of dappled 

vines and fruit,

I think of Jack climbing

a magic beanstalk to the clouds 

where a giant bellowed:

“Fee-fi-fo-fum !”

But up here,

there is nothing amiss

only a brief moment of verdant bliss.


It is Quadrille Monday at dVerse again and the word to be included in our 44-word poem is ‘bliss’. I use the word ‘fruits’ to refer to green beans as technically green beans are fruits and I feel the word conveys a sense of harvest and abundance. The photo below shows the beanstalk (bean vine climbing a bamboo pole) that inspired this poem and to the right, the black crate I stand on to reach the beans at the top. And as a bonus, the photo also shows a visit by my local wild turkey flock. Fortunately the beans were not disturbed as they are surrounded by netting (not visible in the photo.)

©2017 Ontheland