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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©️2018 Ontheland

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.

~

©️2018 Ontheland

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

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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‘Earth is short’

I reason, Earth is short…’

~ Emily Dickinson

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Life feels long but is quite short

We are of air,

of water, molecules,

eternity fore and aft,

knowing little

like butterflies morphed from tiny eggs

into a biosphere we call ‘Earth’

If only it were enough

to sip nectars,

to love

to fly

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A quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #63

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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!