Once again, it is Quadrille Monday , and we are Going… Going… Gone Poeming. This is also for FOWC: Particular.
Such a warm and sunny day,
Yet stuck at home
With nowhere in particular to go,
What to do with this time, but bide?
Where is life’s map
I was supposed to follow?
I dropped it long ago,
Now we’ve all walked farther away.
Also, I have really fallen off the wagon for Paula’s February Love Me challenge, but here is what I am loving today: the sun, especially getting to, finally, read outside again in my back yard. It had been a while.
I wanted to write a quadrille for DVerse (this week’s word is “way,” which is a very open-ended word), but I didn’t know how to start, so this was born.
Today is the 11th day of JusJoJan, and the prompt is “Letter,” which is easy to write about because every post is made up of letters. 🙂 I have started several more poems today than I have finished. Many letters have a line but no stanza, and some stanzas stand alone, without a poem. Maybe I could write a poem about that.
Alright, I’ve actually written something now: dabbling in a Quadrille for DVerse Poets. Continue reading
This quadrille is for DVerse, and when I saw the post title, “In the Inglenook,” I thought it must be gibberish because I had never heard that word before! Maybe it’s because I live in California, where we have no need of fireplaces (or, therefore, of inglenooks 🙂 ). Anyway, I am happy to have learned a new word today; here is my attempt at a quadrille!
But first, the definition quoted in the original DVerse post:
For those of you not familiar with the word, here is a definition:
INGLENOOK (noun,English)- A close intimate corner by a fireplace where people gather for warmth; from ingle, a hearth (Scots)
I wrote this quadrille for DVerse this morning, inspired by the threat of a new stay-at-home order from California’s governor. Hopefully, it won’t happen, but governors like this one love their power, so… we’ll see. I am also sharing this, two days late, with the Writers’ Pantry.
You might think I’m a prancing pony,
Yet there are war-horses, chariots inside.
I have generally a docile spirit,
Yet can be a general, military guide.
There are overreaches I cannot abide:
No one gets out of Earth alive,
So I’ll go down fighting.
Here is my second offering for DVerse quadrille Monday, using the word “possibility” or a form of it.
Perhaps we all can go to the moon,
Get on a rocket sometime soon,
The literal limitless of space,
Contains tons of possibilities to embrace.
We can travel to distant stars,
Maybe Venus will conquer Mars,
We will be aliens!
Wonder will have salience.
For this and that from MLMM, and for DVerse’s quadrille Monday (not late! just depressing!). I promise I’m not like this all the time in real life. “Possibility” is an optimistic word, and I could have taken it in a positive direction, but that is not what happened. Maybe I will try again later. Anyway, without further ado…. Continue reading
At DVerse, it is quadrille Monday, and our word is “happiness” or some form of it. I also used the word for FOWC: Pacify. I appreciated this prompt and wrote this poem about an hour ago, which I’m grateful for because it would be more difficult to write a cheery poem now. Yes, happiness is a project one must constantly work on, especially if “one” is me. 🙂
Find a little blast of happiness,
Gust of gladness, or even one
Whispering wind of change:
Sew a little peace-pocket,
Fly inside a reprieve-rocket
To try to pacify times strange.
For a while, find a quiet place:
Present-tense is a future I can face.
Good advice, self from an hour ago. Good advice.
It’s time for DVerse Quadrille again! These prompts are usually magnetic to ideas, especially today’s. 🙂 I wasn’t going to post this, but I don’t have a better idea. Some people have much more of an influence than they think, even more than you might think. This is also shared with the Writers’ Pantry.
Did you know,
Although it has been twelve years,
The thought of you is magnetic
We are closer in your death
Than in life we ever were.
What if it had been me?
Did you know,
The void continues to call me?
At DVerse, we are being blanketed with quadrilles today. 🙂
She is a morning person,
Yet she finds occasions often
To sleep in, wanting to snuggle:
Waking up can be a struggle,
When the blanket is warm, inviting
And her dreams seem to be writing
A better story than reality —
Sometimes she’s too sleepy.
Sometimes there is a fierce rivalry between the desire to not waste the best part of the day, and the desire to just ignore the day.