Today for Quadrille Monday, the prompt word is “ash.” I wrote this as a cherita, too, since it happened to work that way.
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For Quadrille Monday at DVerse, De prompts us with the word “stone.” This is a re-working of a poem I wrote maybe 2 weeks ago, edited in order to make it into a 44-word quadrille.
Like a broken
Doorway – blocked,
A long way,
Yet been dragged back
From the weighty
But how to avoid
Leave no stone unturned.
I really like this quotation!
The world is ending.
Hard to accept
The world is looking
Its course is getting
Will cockroaches overrun
Once microbes are done?
The world is ending.
Except, not now.
So let’s linger
Over a cold brew,
Talk ’til it’s all gone.
A puzzle: choosing between two options.
They both have potential happiness and drawbacks,
Difficult to compare which is better or worse
They are just different. And even small differences now
Can lead to a wildly changed life, later down
The road, which hopefully goes to a happy home.
This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS; the prompt word is “where.”
Where is the map?
The map which shows where to go,
Where to go now,
Now that the world is upside-down?
Down go the emotions,
Emotions as volatile as the world unpredictable
Has become — where is this map
Map that no one has?
I wrote this for MLMM’s photo challenge #381, and also for yesterday’s one-word challenge, although it’s too late to link up to it at this point.
No contemporary movies
In this old, abandoned place,
Yet how many stories
Might that light retrace?
Which ghosts of the past
Still fill those rows of seats?
Sans knowing these stories,
Is the present complete?
Photo courtesy of Jonny Joo, One Big Photo.
The exact cause
Of one’s present troubles —
It won’t necessarily help to
Endless talking through the past is
Helpful, up to a point
But soon we need
Welcome to the stream of consciousness:
No idea where we are going today,
Whether the water will be placid
Or choppy (how quickly I become lonely)
Whether we will swim blithely.
Will you join the current with me?
Hoping it’s a pleasant place to be.
The bridge between two days is called “Today,”
The past and future merge when it is Now:
Although this moment cannot ever stay,
And in a blink will need to take a bow
Without an encore, let Hope allow
A smooth transition to the moments new.
A brand-new land waits barely out of view.