Life in a cabin has caused less internet access and so less poetry here. I'm going to try a bit of catch up now with the dVerse Quadrille series, namely numbers #57 (Rain) and #58 (Cobble) Two poems here then. Enjoy -0- does the time know what is is or that it cycles around us… Continue reading Quadrilles
Category: Quadrille
A 44 word poem
muddling
how to step into a muddle wear suitable clothing, preferably rubber goggles are optional bow your legs and walk like a duck quacking is optional once there, embrace the chaos screaming is optional spinning is likely so hold onto yourself tightly love is compulsory For dVerse Quadrille
painted
gather up the muddle that is yourself fire hard(end) rock eggs leaping within bounce them into a zip(ped) bag to melt avoiding any sort of crunch is a good thing take the resulting liquid and paint the sky an emotional blue flurry of wisdom Quadrille for dVerse
eye to eye
eyes that could melt rock set wild fires incandescent to zip sparks leap(ing) stars aside moon-shadows bouncing hard at galaxy's edge crunch(ing) planetary egg into dust we gather our lost selves to sweep clean that detritus of soul in cornea's heart centre all's reflected
visitors
can you gather up the blessings of your life lived until today and can you see that not all have come as good but often arrive as visitors you did not wish for nor welcomed into your home know that these bless much deeper
eggzipit 1 (groan!)
crunching a verb or two between these rock hard teeth creates a jumble of letters to bounce off the page and fires up an idea that whilst a leap could result in the zipping of this word melt in a long egg of sorts I began the series again after Quadrille #44 so… Continue reading eggzipit 1 (groan!)
shift happens
how to un-zip (my soul) cannot carry this weight any (longer) growth is so painful new limbs at my (age) requires a stretch i cannot make without (something) breaking is how it all (feels) like reality is moving to a new (paradigm) shifting view submission for De's prompt at dVerse and another poem for… Continue reading shift happens
triplicities
fire in the egg you never know soul's crucible it may bubble-up melting my hard shell-like being rock-like heart jump-started blood crunching as it soul… Continue reading triplicities
eggsistential
this egg at the centre of me it's beginning to crack i saw a tear drip from it yesterday fashioned from old pain falling it grew wings i saw hands reach outward only to turn and embrace the only heart they could truly hold submission for dVerse Quadrille hosted by… Continue reading eggsistential
more
melt me a kiss to: ~ rock my being a whisper of soul ~ slip a bounce into my heavy steps ~ set a blazing phoenix fire to my life ~ leap-start my raw and tender heart ~ s(crunch) my defences like a paper cup it's not so hard. A second submission for… Continue reading more
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