this bustling marketplace is a blend of stores, stalls and vendors
food and music is everywhere
clouds of smoke from barbecue wafts, spices are very pronounced!
flavors from my childhood linger in every corner
pressing forward, I was happy to wander back in time
Pat
5/14/24
For Quadrille Night over at dVerse where the prompt word is “Place”.
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Quadrille #201: Poems of Place
our friday night hideaway
a table for two
that jazz quartet
that voice –
meandering, lamenting the blues
the hills, the valleys
soulful notes
mournful notes riding the bass
the story of a life – in and out of the blues
at our friday night hideaway
Pat
4/25/24
This was for quadrille night but I didn’t finish it. So I’m sharing it here on OLN being hosted by Grace over at dVerse.
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This canopied road hugs the contour of the mountainside.
To the left, a precipice.
The depth, more than I can put a distance to.
At the bottom, a river tumbles along, chatting in the wind as it goes.
I pause to nourish my soul.
Pat
4/2/24
A moment from my recent trip.
For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Contour”
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Worrisome, unsettling times
lead me to wallow.
Sometimes in fear
at other times,
in the simple joys of my mortality.
I search out small
gasp worthy moments,
holding them close.
This sunset, a diverse gathering,
seagulls, pigeons, crows,
sparrows and humans – and
no misbehaving
Pat
3/07/23
For dVerse Poets quadrille night where the prompt is “Gasp”, and De is hosting. To participate or read go here.
the bell tolls
folks trudge in
engage in talks with god
she doesn’t go anymore
when he opens that floodgate, there are way too many tears
no more big digs into her soul
no – she doesn’t go anymore
especially not when the bell tolls
Pat
10/18/22
Kim is hosting at dVerse where the prompt word is “Bell”. To read more or participate go here
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
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
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.
Quadrille #130
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.
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.
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