Losing Track

It’s Quadrille Monday at the DVerse Poets virtual pub! This week’s word is track. Also written for FOWC: Medal.

We always, always kept track of grades,
Mine we always As, 
Except for one B+ 
In an AP Physics class --
That's another thing,
I took six APs --
And in academic decathlon 
I won seven medals.

And what do I have
Left of it now? 

Believe it or not, I did write something happy today, this morning. Maybe I’ll share it later. Maybe I can even try to write a second quadrille. In the meantime, here is my quadrille, based on my dumpster-fire of a life, in which all of my previous achievements have burned to invisible ashes.

The moral of this story is, if you did badly in school, none of it matters anyway!

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A Very Punchable Face

For DVerse’s Quadrille Monday. Our word is punch, and we write a poem in 44 words. Also for FOWC: Beginner.


Out of nowhere depression says,
"I'm gonna kick your ass,"
And even after years I feel a beginner
As it gets stronger, I'm outclassed.

For a day I'm down on the ground,
But I'll punch it in the face
Next time it comes around.

Not sure how poetic the phrase “I’m gonna kick your ass” is, but at least there was rhyme. The monster does seem to be getting stronger; even though I know lots of “coping skills” now and have friends and even medical help, I just can hardly handle it these days…

Sharing this image from the DVerse post:


No need for an expensive gift, nor anything 
Wrapped in pretty paper (though
Bubble wrap's a plus), just
Wrap me in a loving hug, and hold
Me close. At most I'll need
A small chocolate treat, and then
I'll hear your heart's speech easily. 

My quadrille for DVerse’s Quadrille Monday, and the word of the week is “wrap!” I tried to write something on the fun side. 😊 I don’t mind gifts (or chocolate!), but hugs are my favorite. 

Sweets from 2018

Celebration of the Small

DVerse is back from its 2-week break, so let’s celebrate by writing quadrilles! 😀 Nice way to keep one’s mood elevated. 🙂 It’s a pretty happy day.

A celebration needs no birthday cake
(Although some sort of food or drink is best),
From sadness let us all take needed breaks,
A treat or happy movie for some rest.
Let’s celebrate little accomplishments:
Each day deserves a little recompense,
Find lovely moments.

My “little accomplishment” is going to work and also writing this poem. What is yours? 🙂

Happy Sunday! 3_22
Here’s some smiley-face pancakes, made in March 2020!


For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I have a poem from June 17th, 2019 (still exploring that particular poetry notebook). It turns out that this was a Quadrille, a 44-word poem, so I might have posted it the day it was written. if it was a response to a DVerse Quadrille Monday. Also linking to FOWC: Possible.

Shall I fret if the future is in mist?
Is the path happy even without seeing?
Can someone guide, grasping gently my wrist,
Pulling me forward, when I am hesitating?
Shall the guide leave, possibly as a surprise?
Is there mist in my eyes?

black and white photo of holding hands
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I’m not fine
I am never fine,
Dare to peer in this brain of

Look at me,
Does anyone care,
Beyond a few words and one

Seem static,
Going nowhere while
Brain runs off a cliff or it


Good time to reprise this photo

My thought process before this: “Okay, I finally finished that happy poem from last week. Let’s let out the other stuff.” MVB: Shock. FOWC: Anybody (close enough?). Then I started writing and realized I could make it into a Quadrille for DVerse; the week’s word is “static.”  I’m not linking this up with it but figured I’d give credit for the inspiration. 🙂  At least I’ve written more now!!

Being Salty

We are writing salty Quadrilles at DVerse today, hosted by WhimsyGizmo. Mine is also a sevenling. I wrote a draft in my notebook and then typed it into a Word document to play around with getting it to have exactly 44 words. It’s been difficult to write anything today, but writing is an indelible part of me, so… here you go.

There is much one could write about:
The salty irresistibility of snacks like
Pretzels, popcorn (forget movies), chips Continue reading

That Dramatic Irony Though

Another repost for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, just like last week. On January 13, 2020, I posted this poem, titled “The Twenties. Linked with JusJoJan day 14.

The Twenties

This decade we return to
The roaring twenties —
Back then there were plenty
Of threats, just no one knew
About them yet.

I wonder if these twenties
Will be roaring —
When it seems more likely
That I, for one, might be
Cowering and whimpering.

“Might be” — yeah, just maybe… *RW laughs until she cries*

brown framed eyeglasses on a calendar
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