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.

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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.)

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Dreams billow in August mist,

steam rises from griddled ground,

a pillowed moon in darkness rests.

Lightning tongues serrate the sky,

drums roll thunder across the night,

deepest fears surge in flashes—while

fervent hearts murmur wishes for 

soft cool rushes of healing rain.


A quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, for dVerse Monday. The word of the day is ‘dream’.

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macabre lullaby

A quadrille for dVerse: Be not Afraid:

Hush my dear

hear this tale:

Nuclear bombs

will end night terror,

Earth will flash the sky—

 a spectacular splash 

like firework flowers

on a national holiday—

and a mushroom cloud 

will trail the Milky Way

gathering stardust,

then fear will be

no more.


©2017 Ontheland

Saturday night (2)

Arms flicker and flash

the refrigerator gleams

memories spin and sway the kitchen floor

essence of adolescence

sparks lunges and leaps

tuned to infectious beats 

she’s returned from the past

on a ribbon of guileless joy

and her future self nods 

a spritely reunion.


I learned that the word for this week’s quadrille for DVerse is ‘flicker’ after having posted a haiku featuring a ‘flicker-flash’. So I decided to expand the haiku into this 44-word quadrille.

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