After Words – Quadrille

These conversations of ours

It feels like you are forever in my presence

moreso than when you walked the earth

So agreeable, and still with the jokes

Don’t you have somewhere else to be?

What type of grieving is this?

– these conversations of ours

Pat

8/08/2022

For dVerse Poets Pub where the host, De, gives the word Type to be used in a quadrille (a 44 word poem created at dVerse). To participate or just read, go here

Upheaval – Quadrille

Mass upheaval

A new madness on the march

intent on a deadly swath across the land.

Flexing power, thought long gone.

Terror now reins

unsettling time and space

Stuffing all through the eyes of this unforgiving storm

I wait, with tentative hopes for spring

Pat

3/8/22

For quadrille (a 44wordpoem) night over at dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt offered was “Eye”. Björn is hosting. To part take, or just read go here

Spirits

smudged skies

Plumes of smoke follow her
swirling as she moves from room to room

“Smudging mean spirits”, she explains

As she moves about, there were whispered words escaping her lips. His young mind wonders,
“Who is she talking to?”

He’d best be well behaved today.

Pat
6/15/21

For dVerse Piers Pub where Mish is hosting and the word to be included is “Smudge”. It is Quadrille Monday. To join or read go here.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/14/quadrille/

In Flight

I’m not remembering
what planted the seed

Maybe it was the repetition,
Everything three times

The bare bones of the vocabulary
was odd

Always seem to be searching trying to hang onto thoughts in flight

No one dared put words to such unsettling thoughts

Pat
5/04/21

At dVerse Poets Pub Merril is hosting Quadrille night, we’re using “seed” in a poem.

Little Things

Stomping through puddles

in my Sunday best

Sailing paper boats

in rain puddles.

Lessons on the smell of rain

“Smell that?”, she’d ask.

When the first plopping raindrops

hit parched soil.

Time taken for the little things,

never a bother

to my warrior mother.

Pat

4/19/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where De is hosting and the prompt is “Bother”. To participate or to just read go here.

 

knots

spring breeze

revealing itself

in the fine tremors

of the pear blossoms

playful shadow

cast by a butterfly in flight

under the noon day sun

these moments in time I reach for

when my stomach is in knots

by events out of my control

Pat

3/26/21

For dVerse Poets Pub for quadrille night being hosted by Mish

https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/22/quadrille-124/

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For Cees Flower of The Day challenge #FOTD

https://ceenphotography.com/2021/03/25/fotd-march-26-daffodil/

Skin

knowing looks, whispers
outright aggression

due only to the skin one is in

this norm sewn into our fabric
not swiftly abandoned

cannot withstand hard looks

does this not gnaw
at every soul?

this thing, that is undoing us,
will it ever be excised?

Pat
3/08/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where Sarah is hosting and the prompt is “Swift” on quadrille night ( a 44 word poem).

Quadrille: swift

Time

My mom is at home on hospice care.  Her independence has been dealt a blow. Dementia reared its ugly head but, she forges on. At times she drifts.

in talks with long gone kin

peers across dimension

without much intension

a slip in time..

Pat

2/22/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where it is quadrille night. Our host asks us to write a 44 word poem with the use of the word “go”. I used “gone”.

To read or join in go here https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/22/goinggoinggone-poeming/

New Moon –

In lockdown, bright sunny days are lures to resist.

The flush of spring was without fanfare, the blooms are on their own

No leisurely stroll under cherry blossoms this spring. Nature tips the scale.

 

a new moon
the earth feels tilted
up is down

Pat R

4/20/20

For Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge where the prompt is New Moon

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dVerse Poets Pub where Mish is hosting Quadrille Monday (a 44 word poem) invented by dVerse. The prompt word this week us “Flush”. You can do some reading of join in here

 

Magic

wp-1585097747929.jpgIn the black of night
I step out onto the porch, no light…

Stars are bright, moon’s out
adding to the magic of the night

Wonder how many others are
are finding this night just right

Counting stars enhances the magic of the night

Pat R

3/23/20

Tonight over at dVerse Poets Pub Linda is hosting Monday Quadrille (a 44 word poem invented at dVerse) and the prompt word is “Magic”. So stop by to read or to participate go here.