It is quadrille Monday again at DVerse! Today’s word is dream.
Dreams are strange things:
And what do they say,
When we’re asleep?
Reaching high and loftily,
Diving deep, subconsciously,
They symbolize the keenest cries
Of Soul’s profound desires.
They wish when we awake
We light the fires.
This week’s quadrille challenge at DVerse is about fear. As always, it is made up of 44 words, using the word “fear.”
Someone told me, years ago, that fear
Is a lie, False Evidence Appearing Real.
I have lost this person — loss a great
Fear — but have gotten to the
Other side. Fear is a lie, leeching life,
But how real it appears, and hotly sears!
Today’s poem is inspired by DVerse’s Looking Out / Looking In poetics challenge. I took a photo this morning from inside my room, looking out the window and this quadrille is what came out of it. I think that this prompt might inspire many other poems as well, as many poems as there are windows!
Outside my window I see morning light,
And colors of the soft sunrise,
With clouds floating by like a greeting;
This day I need to decide to fight
For happiness, for peace, for presence
For each passing moment of
This lovely gift called Life.
Today, DVerse returns from summer break! I am delighted that the weekly challenges and sense of community will return. Today’s prompt is to write a quadrille using the word “flicker.”
There is a flicker of light in the darkness:
A star, millions of miles away — its wavelengths
Reach out like cosmic arms. No harms
Will come this way if eyes stay looking up
At the friendly star whose eyes
Kindly look down to earth.
Today’s quadrille prompt was to write a poem of exactly 44 words, one of which is the word “pepper.” It was a bit of a challenge to think of a topic for this one, but I ended up writing about how my family used to make jalapeño poppers using the jalapeños from my brother’s garden.
We’d take the jalapeño peppers
From the garden and make jalapeño poppers:
Carefully cut and seed them,
Stuff them with cream cheese and
More cheese and coat them with
Corn flakes, bake them and eat
Piping hot, with our family —
The spice of life.
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words that includes a specific word. Today’s quadrille uses the word “storm.” The poem does not have to rhyme, but mine does because sometimes I like to challenge myself a little bit.
Rage on, fearsome storm, my Captain steers!
Howl, shout loudly, assail my ears,
For calling on my Captain frees from fears.
With Him as guide, what matter other voices?
On seas of life, He knows the ideal choices,
And so my stormy soul rejoices.
Today’s poetry adventure is to write a quadrille using the word “sound.”
I reread your letters, drinking your words
Like clean and deep well water.
I see your looping purple ink
Which describes your life, and reaches out to me.
I miss you the way winter misses spring.
I miss the sound of your bird-song voice.