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’.

elemental

we are oak, our roots travel deep, our leaves rustle winds

we are birds, we surf the clouds, we dive far below

we are fish, we rule the ocean, we leap to the sun

we are seeds released by fire, born to rise again

~

©️2018 Ontheland

A quadrille for dVerse…a poem of 44 words…this week the challenge is to include ‘fire’.

recipe for coming out of winter hibernation

Drink hot soup tomato red
this February night.
Burn a candle flame.
Winter blood still
bathes chilled joints.
Newborn microbes
dance unseen.
Wear wool to hug the skin,
Breathe to clear dry lungs.
We are defrosting,
departing from winter hibernation.
Spring barely has begun.

~

A message from 44º North, 76º West for dVerse Poet’s Pub. We are quadrilling “burn” tonight.

©2018 Ontheland