Troll – Quadrille

 

Though ugly, colorful, tiny with spikey hair
To the little ones they bring no fear

Scattered over the living room floor
As Satuday cartoons invade my snores

In stumle from slumber my feet pay a toll
I’m face to face with those creepy trolls

Pat R

3/25/19

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Troll” for a quadrille..a 44 word poem invented by the members of dVerse Poets Pub. Drop in and have a read or join in. This prompt took me back to when my living roon was a huge play room, day in and day out.

Country Lane

Walks along this country lane leads to the reservoir

Meandering left, then right
pass fields of purple ground cover –
Spring’s having her way

Around the last curve a vast expanse, water kiss blue skies

A breathtaking spike in nature’s beauty –
I pause for reflection

Pat R

3/11/19

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Spike” for a Quadrille a 44 word poem a creation of the dVerse Poets Group.

 

Spring Fervor -Haibun

Last night we had four inches of slurpy snow. This dawn, through the rhytmn of the melt, I hear the call of birds in flight. Wonder where they have been!

Last week I was on the hunt for spring in the garden. The wheat brown of winter holds fast. Not much has changed there. The pointy ears of tulips are nowhere in sight. Nothing yet from vines that make their home on the fence.

There are some noticable changes to the pear tree though. The buds that dawdled during the winter, are suddenly more robust. And the yearly co-mingling of the honeysuckle and grape is unavoidable. They are lined up to do what they do – run wild. All caught up in the fervor of march madness!

slurpy snow linger
on bare branches brooding
in the face of spring

Pat R

3/05/19

For Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt words are the poets choice.

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For dVerse Poets Pub where Merril is the host and thoughts turn to “March Madness”.

Summer – A Quadrille

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Longing for sips of summer –

Ocean breeze infused with sunshine

Lazy days watching the sun set

Short life of foot prints in wet sand

Watching seaguls and sparrows
out run the edges of waves

Yes, I am longing for the first sip of summer.

Pat R

2/25/19

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt word is ” Sip”. Stop by and do some reading, or join in.

Quadrille #74

Harbinger – A #Cherita

encased in ice

buds hold firm as
branches flail

winter winds on a rampage
harbinger of spring
takes a flogging

Pat R

1/30/19

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Harbinger” where Sarah is the host.

 

Hollow’s Eve

At the entrance of the grave yard
the old willow stands its ground

whispy strands flailing in wind
Their flounce, still do abound

Negotiating and bargaining
With spirits’ wish to uncleave

Who will earn the early pass
to the stroll on All Hollow’s Eve?

Pat R

10/22/18

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt
Is “Early”. A very Halloweeny¬† quadrille, a 44 word poem.
Pop over. Do some reading and join in, here.

Thick Skull

Mother Bea sits in her wooden rocking chair on the rickety varandah. She is placed there every morning. She does not walk. She must be over 80 years old. Even her kids were old. When you are little, everybody is old! I watch her as she watches the daily interactions of the children in the yard. She would make one word prouncements on the goings-on.
Cry baby. Smart. Determined. Thick skull. I often wondered how she arrived at these critiques from such a distance. And more often, just who she was talking about!

at times it’s futile
figuring out which spirit
whisper the loudest
in their attempts to guide me –
probably pointless, thick skull!

For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday
Where the prompt is synonyms for :
Ghost & Hollow

I used : Spirit & Futile

To see other entries and participate go here.

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