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.
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.
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
A quadrille for dVerse’s Quadrille #57: Don’t rain on my parade!
How good it would be to not question.”
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.
gather and cling
like lint, cat hair, glue
or stain like grease
and spaghetti sauce
I say toss them all —
all those messy details
Like an expert tidier
store only what
makes you happy
(let me know if it works)
A quadrille (44-word poem) for dVerse using the word ‘gather’
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
A quadrille in response to Quadrille 54: Zip it! at dVerse
The photo is from Pixabay.com under ‘universe’.
Have you ever
someone else’s nightmare?
You know you have
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….
A quadrille (poem of 44 words) for dVerse including the word ‘egg’.
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
A quadrille for dVerse…a poem of 44 words…this week the challenge is to include ‘fire’.