It’s Monday, which means a new quadrille for DVerse! this week we are writing 44-word poems that contain some form of the word “bounce.”
When I was a child
I collected bouncy balls,
Loving how, dropping them down,
They would rise up even higher.
I loved all the colors,
Had quite a collection,
And I still have much life
Ahead of me,
Which, having fallen,
Will rise higher.
In order to welcome 2018, we at DVerse are writing quadrilles that include the word leap. I’m excited for this year and am hoping to let God take me on an adventure. I have found that, when I trust God, life is much happier and more exciting than I could predict.
This year, twenty-eighteen, I shall leap
Into the arms of great adventure,
A mystery, yet undoubtedly amazing,
Unknown, yet dreams have shown
The possibilities that may become alive,
The peace that might be mine,
If trust, hope and willingness
Out of my heart shine.
DVerse is taking a break until after the new year, but I still wrote a quadrille.
A small notebook
Filled with tiny writing
Holds my soul:
In poetry and unsent letters
I show myself broken
Through the years
Have described my smiles
And tears —
Read, and you will know
Me, veritable entirety,
See my soul complete.
This week at DVerse, De Jackson has come up with this word to be used in a quadrille: Crunch. I’m not actually this stressed for finals, but it is true that I need to write 3 essays in French.
Finals week means crunch time
Has arrived; I need to return
From my vacation to the Procrasti-
-Nation, and write three essays
In the next few days.
Wish me luck, so that
Grades will stay afloat
And that stressful weeks
Will not crunch on me.
Today at DVerse we were challenged with Quadrille #45!
The boat of my life rocks back and forth,
I watch the clock’s pendulum swing,
Not wanting to waste any moment on these seas,
But seeking to enjoy the journey,
May my true values and faith be my rock,
Until I reach the shore.
For DVerse’s quadrille #44, a 44-word poem of any form that includes some form of the word kick.
I’m addicted to something called
“She looks like this”
“I want to be the best” —
But this addiction gives me
When it’s employed
It steals my joy,
Yet I continue to
Return to it —
I’ve got to kick this bad habit.
This week’s Quadrille Monday is about the word creak. I suppose that’s a good word this close to Halloween! My poem is more symbolic and was loosely inspired by this weekend, when I made friends and became closer and more honest with several people while we were on a retreat together. I am extremely grateful for that experience and hope to continue growing in friendship.
My heart has walls,
My soul has fears,
But I want protection from fears.
I see your face,
Your welcoming smile,
Your kind words that help
Me while insecurity knocks
On my consciousness.
My heart has doors, I discover.
They creak open.