"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
snowdrift hides dead flower shrubs and feathers
my hands are ice-numbed, knitted white, blued feathers
pine and fir trees weave their green lushness
lifting my spirits from gloom donning black feathers
sundial casts a long graceful shadow
while crescent moon rises with single feather
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word count, with the given word, LIFT. Thank you for your comments and visits.
the loudest
[bang-pop-bang]
that impacts me the most
it's the nicks,
slights, careless tossed words- jabbing
a growing crescendo
that knees me to fetal position
on the flip side-
it's not loudest cheers of devotion
but thoughtful & everyday gestures
that tugs my heartstrings
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #214, Going Out with a Bang, hosted by Punam. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, bang.
Thank you for your comments and visits.
what
is first born calling
add ever, it becomes an all weather response
with opening hands & long drawn sigh, a pregnant pause
but why
is the subversive sibling
making the sound a crunched fireball
ready to be curved-fisted & batty-hurled at great speed
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. Thanks for your visits and comments.
when all flowers have withered
black-smothered by north wind
when all leaves have fluttered
brown-speckled to cold soil
promise me
you will still sing with gusto
& dance with light-feet beats
keep your edges
but remain gentle as rain
& nourish moon-seeds of spring
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Lillian. This is a 44 word post with the selected word: Promise. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
Thanks for your comments and visits.
when darkest of night come
or coldest of the hour seep
your skin to shivering blue
when loudest of silence
or biggest self-doubts stand
as black-eyed monster in path
remember the candlelight
inside you
allow forgiveness
allow a helping hand
bestowing, un-
bounding grace
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille: Let there be Light, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, light. Thanks for your visits and comments.
from seed, you grew tall
orange cupcake flower
i wanted you to bloom forever
but summer's end is here
[pause]
spin me out of summer blues
as flowers turn deep sun-blood
slow decay by wind chill-
dying/dyeing
ink, garden these verses
[within me]
she should be crabby
over narrow space,
heat & falling bed
but robin sits
claiming her space,
brooding in silence
awaiting eggs to hatch
come rain or strong wind-
ignoring nosy neighbors-
her eyes steady as sun
casting softest of light
on blooming zinnias
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Merril Smith. The selected word is CRAB. Thanks for your visits and comments.
is where dandelions and wild
flowers bloom
and where
red maple and lilacs rise to
greet the spring morning
hello yelllow!
is planted roots,
4 seasons
and city bursting & bustling
of hues, stories & languages
we're settled now
this place
we call
home!
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille - hosted by De Jackson. This a 44 word post with the chosen word, PLACE. Thanks for your visits and comments.
in a canvas of white
maple trees are empty baskets
while pine trees are lush of cones
along ice-covered pathways-
such a grey dreary sight
yet with slight touch
of sunrise, rolling clouds, blue sky,
the morning is leavened
by puffs of yellow-butter radiance
Posted for dVerse Poets pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, TOUCH. Join us with a poem when the virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for your comments.
when i arrived
sky was dove grey
as your face, cloud-pinched
by pain
i wash your hands
fragile as crepe paper
soothing gentle words
believing
i give you relief
but torment is intense
your nerves are fire
you say,
being old is not fun
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the given word, PINCH. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
you can turn red hot, an angry wildfire
on this autumn season
but the cool nights have prevailed
casting a soft brushed-golden light
on your skin
on your cheeks
browning
mellowing
slowing down
your pulse rate simmers to lethargic
wait
you bow to nature
tell me
you're pining for midnight kiss,
on starless night
your hair brushed by wings of
fireflies
i'll smile (with emojis)
& listen to musings
& delusions
(uncensored)
don't blame me though
for your life's choices
i'm just a girl
with
(your)
confession account
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille with the chosen word, PINE, hosted by De Jackson. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
we're blending the lyrics & notes
to strum of guitar riffs
you drunk-sway as goldfish in fish-
bowl
i play the piano (off)key
as soaked flowers
by summer rain
our faces are blue
with sweet refrains & kisses
bravely, we watermark the album
with our names
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille: Pouring Out Our Poems - Hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word - water. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
i count more than 12 petals
sun-radiant, golden lemon bright,
red specks in the center
we are bee-struck over your
healing prowess
though your size is my palm
your willowy sway
in the breeze, safron scent of mint
and thyme
brings a joyful morning
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Lisa.
Happy 12th anniversary dVerse!
the forest is burning
(&)
you ask me a question
you will get an
answer
differently
(when I'm 40)
(when l'm 60)
last year or next year
because my present
is ever changing
as clouds in bleak smoked sky
as silkworms searching mulberry leaves
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille - hosted by Lillian Hallberg.
This is 40 word post, with the chosen word, PRESENT. Thanks for your visit and comments.
the orange plumed robin's
belly is heavy
sitting on twigged nest-
at top of willow tree
black raven shrills ((()))
returning as birds
to breeding & nurturing
as rain drips-drums-
there is timekeeper
and mapmaker (somewhere)
as maple trees spring
red-orange flowerets & emerald leaves
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille with given word, MAP by host De Jackson. This is a 44 word post. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
stretches along fields,
bereft of green
foliage of spring
& wildflowers
winter is still dusting white
cracks of asphalt
but there's joy when light
shifts, collides & brushes the trees
not with weary shell
but with robust yellow-peach
strokes, glinting our eyes
with color
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish. This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, SHIFT. Thanks for your visits and comments.
your words are thundersnow
to my sunflower hands
your passion is lightning
hammering the wind
i gasp at the intensity of your emotions
as the skyscape darkens, swells
for a moment, i'm iced blue
then melting
i revel in the moment
of storm's ardor
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, GASP. We had a rare thundersnow last Saturday.
i smell the green of tropical plants
under the unrelenting sun
humid air
perfumes
grilled seasoned meats,
rice rolled sweets, coconut-sugar treats
one scary note was
driving the car & sharing the road
with motorcycles bee-swarming
left and right-
you get roller coaster nightmare-
Red Hibiscus
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. The selected word is SCARE, to be written in 44 words. My post is a bit different from the Halloween theme, but its a scary reality when driving around the Philippines (and other Asian countries). Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
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