This week at DVerse, we are exploring brevity in poetry. The only constraint is to write a poem of five lines or fewer.
Be mindful of the time,
Running, though it seems slow
In the moment, for of
Exceeding value is each life:
Fear only wasting this gift.
This week at DVerse we are, fittingly, writing quadrilles (44-word poems) containing the word “poem” or one of its derivatives. This is my first one for the week, but I may post more. I am grateful for everyone who reads my poetry, and I appreciate all of your comments. Join us here!
Poured into words made of inspiration and ink,
Opening my heart, I hope for open eyes and minds,
Enter into the ecstatic experience of coming out of hiding — you are also a poet,
Making us one despite our many differences — we write on.
Just a couple of poetic musings, via Daily Prompt: Bliss.
Looks for it, knows
Its existence, as
Sure as the sun. As
Sure as the sun.
Only with the right
Eyes: Those of hope,
Which see light,
Today at DVerse, we’re feeling groovy!
Get on your dancing shoes and
Rock from side to side,
Owned by the music, move your feet,
Open your heart to the beat.
Vary the steps, the soul knows:
Envelop yourself in the music’s flow.
Sweetness is buried beneath this,
Overwhelming waves a salty, deadly kiss,
Reviving fears, and mirroring tears
Rolling down my cheeks, as if
Off a cliff, when I’m feeling
Weak — sweetness is buried beneath this, oh
Say Lazarus, Lazarus! Lazarus!
Linked to DVerse’s OLN 204. I am actually not sure what this poem is about, exactly.
Flying unconstrained like birds, whether bald eagle or blithe sparrow,
Running through sunny and flowering fields or down fancy boulevards, paths not narrow,
Entering exciting newness, mind expanding beyond what was previously known, and being
Enabled to do what is right, even standing alone.
This week’s quadrille Monday at DVerse was to write a poem of 44 words that used some form of the word “free.” I decided to try an acrostic quadrille, combining two fun forms of poetry.
At DVerse, Frank is challenging us to write acrostic poems. I really enjoy acrostic poems and write them fairly often, but it was hard for me to write one that I felt like posting. This one was inspired by a library (again), because I volunteered at my city’s library today.
Let me linger amid these
Incredible stories, poems, testimonies of
Being human, living — fiction or
Reality, all reveal a piece of
Authentic truth, and in
Reading, I give wisdom to my
Young and sponge-like mind.