BROKEN (a Quadrille)


Dreams exploding
like detonated bombs - 
that's the sound of our prayer.
Tears cannot fall fast enough
to drown our pains - 
could they be the rain
coaxing kindness to life
or the glue patching broken 
pieces with gold.
We are wounded
and we soldier on.


For DVerse Poets’ Quadrille prompt – Sound

The photo above is a picture of my sister-in-law's sculpture, a group of exploded heads, that sits in one corner of my in-laws' garden. I have long been intrigued by its theme. After I have written this piece which was inspired by current events (in London, in Marawi City, Philippines - my home country, among others recently hit by terror), I thought that my SIL's work fit the theme.

SPRING (A Quadrille)


 Spring is
        overrated.
       It is melting 
            snow
                 and 
                     dirt
          muddying up the ground;
             puny greens
                 pushing out
                     with their leafy might.
 Could I help
 hasten the process -
               make flowers bloom
                    faster
                       than they should?
 Waiting is
    a burden 
           yielding 
           its 
        fruit
 in due season.

DVERSE POETS QUADRILLE # 28 – The word is “Spring”

WINTER OFFERING (A Quadrille)

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A bowl of daffodils by the window
Looking at the grey skies and falling snow
convey my prayers for a cheerful day
To frighten those sad winter ghosts away
That my heart may sing hymns and
praises
Of the wonders that each season delivers.

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Another winter storm just blew over.  Today, we have sunny skies magnifying the whiteness of the ground.  The ground, long deprived of snow, has now plenty of it.  I guess, the rivers will be overflowing come spring time.  And that  is good.

Happy Monday to you, Friends.

DVerse Poets’ Quadrille 26  Prompt – Ghost

WHERE WILL DAWN FIND YOU? (A Quadrille)

Oh, Little Child, where will dawn find you?
Sprawled on the burning sands,
lost in the cold?
Uncertainty is your lot
Your mother had cast you out
Other mothers have their own
to worry about
Little Child,
may dawn find you
safe at last.

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Photo by Bjorn Rudberg; for DVerse Quadrille prompt – Dawn

DVERSE POETS’ PUB – Quadrille #25-Dawn

THE LAST LEAF (A Quadrille)

I’m the last leaf in the tree
why was I chosen to be alone
where’s the joy
in mornings getting colder and darker
or in robin’s songs
getting fainter and fainter
That I’m a survivor
means nothing
when each breath
only delays the inevitable

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You may call me weird but when I read about survivalists, I often ask “In the event of apocalypse, what’s the point of surviving? There is beauty in going with the majority of humanity. It’s a little selfish, but the latter spares one the pain of losing everybody and dealing with a world that is markedly different from the one that was destroyed.”

DVerse Poets’ Quadrille #21 – Breath

ORIGIN OF STARS (a Quadrille)

 I saw my fox fish
a star from the sea
How brightly it shone
showing its joy to be free
Then it began to crackle,
crumble into sparks
then flew like fireflies
into the skies so dark
and there they’re still
brightening the night.

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This silly poem was inspired by my son’s silly rebus sentence. 🙂  

DVerse Quadrille #19:  Spark