The empty water bottle glows beneath the morning sun calling out the hands whence it ‘accidentally’ slipped when its usefulness was gone. Should it be happy that it is not alone that it joins the ranks of the forgotten flooding the earth exacting vengeance? I am writing about one of my pet peeves – emptyContinue reading “FORGOTTEN”
Tag Archives: QUADRILLE
OUTSIDER
Like a beggar child Looking at the rich folks’ fare I was. An outsider Wanting to belong I shed myself Put on a mask To fit in. From within I watch the world Through the eyes of one who has found Her own home. For DVerse’s Quadrille prompt: rich
BECOMING
Slowly it came – a grey hair here a wrinkle there until one day my mirror reflected a stranger. Could it be that a little kindness here a restrained temper there could wrought such change that one day my mirror will reflect a stranger? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For DVerse’s Quadrille # 71 Prompt – Change.
TREASURES
Pebbles and cobbles pinecones and sticks, these are treasures a little boy keeps. He would teeter and totter walking forested paths, he holds them more tightly closer to his heart. Then, at night, before he sleeps he counts the treasures his little heart keeps. The poem is inspired by my boys who love to pickContinue reading “TREASURES”
SEEDLING
Planted by the wind watered by rain a seed grows in the garden A rose, by the looks of it Will it be an English rose or something wild that suffocates all other shrubs for now I will let it grow until it flowers ~~~~ One of the pleasures of preparing the spring garden isContinue reading “SEEDLING”
A PRAYER
If I could I would zip the voices stirring up storms within I would live one day at a time not worrying about tomorrows trusting they’re in God’s hands. But if I could not Pray I’d still sing like sparrows in a wintry morning. To the sparrows who are ever present no matter the season.Continue reading “A PRAYER”
WAITING
I waited for you by the water’s edge when the river was pink with lotus blooms when the wind’s kiss was as soft as your lips on mine would be my heart murmured its awe of you drawing close but only in my dreams ~~~~~ Writing for DVerse’s Quadrille Prompt – MurmurContinue reading “WAITING”
BEAUTY
Beauty escapes the words I have refusing to be pinned down and reduced to black ink on paper. Foolish am I to think my poem can paint the soaring trill of sparrows greeting the sun. My senses embrace what they perceive and I exalt. ~~~~~~~ DVERSE POETS’ Quadrille prompt – Poem Mundane Monday Challenge 145
A NEW DAY
The morning sang a lovely tune I’ve not heard in a while Light through the window panes cast a magical time. Off the bed, I bounced landing on waltzing feet. At last I had the gift I asked a quiet night, a restful sleep. Finally, I got to write a little poem again. ItContinue reading “A NEW DAY”
PATINA (A Quadrille)
My skin crunches* to the touch like withered petals pressed in a book aged and well loved. Its bronze has lost its luster. Its softness wears the patina bequeathed by time. But knowledge flows in my veins wisdom powers my bones and I am. ~~~~~~~ For DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt – Crunch, courtesy of Whimzygizmo.Continue reading “PATINA (A Quadrille)”
MY WALL 