Under the Snow Moon
Moon of Snow. Moon of Sand.
Under a bleached white moon I stand.
Starless night, all alone.
Cold as ice. Cold as bone.
Here the sandcrabs burrow deep,
where no predators can creep.
All these memories I keep.
Turn out lights. Go to sleep.
The dVerse Poets quadrille prompt is snow. My favorite way to create a quadrille is to find a longer poem I have written and to trim it down. Go HERE to see how others responded.
No Longer Present
In chairs around the tables of our favorite cafe,
our attention to each other has come to be passé
We are not present here and now. We’re all in other places
as we stare at our tiny screens, caught up in far off faces.
For dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge, the prompt was “present.” HERE is Lillian’s challenge.
Full-length Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I’m addicted to y’all.
I can’t resist casting an eye
at my reflection passing by.
I’m so enamored of my face,
I cannot keep up my pace.
I must stop so I can see
the spectacular whole of me!
For the dVerse Poets Quadrille prompt: Mirror
Postcard from an Old Work Buddy
Shifted my focus,
turned 45 degrees to the right,
began walking.
Ended up near the equator,
removed my shoes,
wiggled free toes in the sand.
Plucked new fruit from an unnamed tree.
Suffered no ill-effects.
New life, suits me fine. Wish you were here.?
For dVerse poets Quadrille Prompt: Shift
To see other Quadrilles on this topic go HERE.
Warm Heart
The small dogs are still warm from their day’s exertion
curled into balls—one at my feet above the covers,
the other, too small or timid to leap up to the bed,
a tight knot in her cushy denim bed just a yard away.
For the dVerse Poets Quadrille prompt, the subject this week is warmth.
To see the prompt and to read some wonderful poems on the subject of warmth, go here:https://dversepoets.com/2022/11/28/dverse-quadrille-165-warmly/
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Yolanda
She plucks the dirty clothes
like field flowers from the basket,
her journey to the laundry
another joyful excursion
from room to room in my house.
Did she enjoy her vacation? I ask.
She shakes her head no.
She’d rather be working,
she insists.
Every task,
fulfilled to perfection,
builds her pleasure in the day.
She dusts the picture frames,
folds the towels,
steals her dusting cloth back from the playful puppy,
then takes the dish sponge from my hand.
Let her, she says,
and you go write a poem!
Y, en espanol. Gracias, Lisa. oxoxox
Yolanda
Ella arranca la ropa sucia
como flores de campo de la canasta,
su viaje a la lavandería
otra excursión
alegre de habitación en habitación en mi casa.
¿Disfrutó de sus vacaciones? Pregunto.
Ella sacude la cabeza no.
Ella preferiría estar trabajando,
ella insiste.
Cada tarea,
cumplido a la perfección,
construye su placer en el día.
Ella desempolva los marcos de los cuadros,
dobla las toallas,
roba su tela de polvo del cachorro juguetón,
luego toma la esponja del plato de mi mano.
Déjala, dice,
¡y vas a escribir un poema!
A double quadrille for the dVerse Poets Pub, the task set by Lisa is to compose a quadrille on the topic of work. To see the prompt itself and the wonderful poems it quotes to name the task, go HERE. And to read poems that answer the prompt, go HERE.
Morning Chorus
Morning opens one eyelid,
casting eyelash shadows
across the terraza.
The small dog whines a greeting
as the dogwalker opens the garden gate.
Tap tap of woodpecker in the tallest palm.
Echo of church bells.
Only the first sunrays
silent in this early morn.
For dVerse Poets
HERE is the prompt.
Black-eyed Susan
Nothin’s as amusin’
as my darling black-eyed Susan.
Arms spread in the sun
to welcome anyone.
But when the sun goes down,
and she dons her evening gown,
the only one allowed to see
my black-eyed girl is lucky me.
For dVerse Poets Pub #147: Quadrille “Eye”. For more responses to the prompt, go HERE.
Picky Eater
I can’t stand mushrooms, abhor liver.
To dine on brains just makes me shiver.
Drinking milk’s against my wishes.
Fish is simply for the fishes.
Raw tomatoes? I’d rather die.
And one more mouthful I won’t try?
I have no taste for humble pie!
Missed Americas
Now that they are runway-bound,
those extravagantly gowned
are oft-driven to expound
with words not overly profound
about beliefs they’ve newly found
(overheard and swiftly downed)
just because they love the sound,
hoping in the final round,
their golden tongues will get them crowned.
For the dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge: Crown.
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