Cobbled

This cobbled road of us

rambled from plans of spring to summertime

checkered cloths of bread, cheese, wine

bouquets of parsley, roses, thyme.

Quarrels flared then repaired

with and not with words

to polish understanding

a chromatic weave of notes

that holds us whole.

~

©2018 Ontheland

The first line is from “We will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us” by Atticus.  Many thanks to our dVerse host, Whimsygizmo for Quadrille #58—Cobble us a Poem.

Les Parapluies (Umbrellas)

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Photographic reproduction of oil painting by Renoir, 1886, in the public domain

an umbrella sky

scalloped curves of blue

my empty basket

open to the day

It may rain

on our ‘parapluies’

our shelters held in hands

to lift in summer winds

to paint a second heaven

fine brushes of a town

bustling in the open air

~

©️2018 Ontheland

A quadrille for dVerse’s Quadrille #57: Don’t rain on my parade!

“How good it would be” a quadrille response to a poem from Dick Allen’s “Zen Master Poems”

How good it would be to not question.”

to glide

to just be

never minding psychic puddles

and rational muddles

to just be still

Does a dog question its tail?

Does a tree question its leaves?

Does the moon wish for a new path?

~

My quadrille is based on a poem by Dick Allen (1939-2017) published in 2016 in his book “zen master poems” . In this collection of poems Allen writes from within the persona of a Zen Master.

My first line quotes the first line of his poem and my concluding questions mimic his use of questions. To read his poem please follow this link to the Google Books preview, page 6.

For some reason I counted the words in Allen’s poem and discovered that it is exactly 44 words (in other words, it’s a quadrille). My quadrille uses the word ‘muddle’, this week’s quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets Pub.

housekeeping

Nagging worries

gather and cling

like lint, cat hair, glue

or stain like grease

and spaghetti sauce

I say toss them all —

all those messy details

and annoyances

Like an expert tidier

store only what

makes you happy

(let me know if it works)

~

©️2018 Ontheland

A quadrille (44-word poem) for dVerse using the word ‘gather’

April 10 quadrille

Winter unzips the sun unfurls spring

buds swell and spill secrets in time

exquisite intricacy of leaf and blossom

.

Where lives unfold by concrete paths in airless

rooms, traffic zipping past steel towers

souls decipher timeless arts of joy and life

©️2018 Ontheland

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A quadrille in response to Quadrille 54: Zip it! at dVerse

The photo is from Pixabay.com under ‘universe’.

unexpected

Have you ever

stumbled into

someone else’s nightmare?

You know you have

when splat!

raw egg is dribbling

down your face

a sticky mess

that defies a quick wipe

what to do

but allow the slime to slide

as you avoid all frying pans….

~

©️2018 Ontheland

A quadrille (poem of 44 words) for dVerse including the word ‘egg’.