For DVerse’s Quadrille Monday, we are to write a poem of 44 words containing the word “ice.” I couldn’t help dipping my poetic pen-paintbrush into some dark paints. Not sure if it’s good, but it’s the best thing I’ve written all week. 


She tries to ward off his advances,
Feeling helpless as a daisy in a snowstorm
As his icy fingers chillingly caress
Her hair as if it were pure-white petals,
Before he rips them, callously as if limb-from-limb.
Her tears are the dewdrops of mo(u)ring. 
photo of white daisy
Photo by Alan Cabello on Pexels.com

MVB Prompt: Advance.  

Found Poem from 2022

The prompt from DVerse MTB is to use the first lines from the first poem of each month of 2022 to create a found poem. Yesterday I gathered all of those poems, 12 in all, so here I am trying to create a new piece from all of these, with no additions “other than tense, preposition or conjunction.” It’s going to be….interesting. 🙂 Linked with JusJoJan: Reversal because time is going backwards today.


Six years ago,
The devil absconded 
With my ability to hope
For good —
Blood, very life, for
12 years — 

May the scent of roses guide
Through these darkened paths,
Resolve to try hard every day,
And ask for help when I cannot,
Resolve with peace of soul to pray
As a child has rest
Trusting in its parents' love
And in provision --
As little children cannot wait, 
For their sweet and icy treat,
So God does not despise
A humble and contrite heart.

I will sing
Even dirges
With a certain
Happiness — 

Big pebbles, tall plants
Flowers a long way away,
Viewed from the hard earth,
A vase of red tulips
Left on steps

For so many honors, accolades, and wealth people strive on Earth:
Holding your hand —
I miss how strong it felt.


Gaudete (Rejoice)

A poem about light for DVerse Poetics on this feast of Saint Lucy. This is a re-working of a poem I wrote on Sunday, which is known as Gaudete Sunday (“Gaudete” means “rejoice.”).


The third Advent candle, the Joy candle
Joyful Advent Sunday
Third candle and rose-colored vestments

In Scripture
Given encouragement: 
Soon will the Savior come unto us

Waiting through
Any discouragements,
Keeping the Advent candles burning


For DVerse Poetics: Cheers!, we are to write inspired by a drink. I’m glad that it wasn’t limited to alcoholic beverages because I don’t drink; in fact, I find the mere smell of alcohol repulsive.

Other people have written gorgeous poems involving wine, but this is mine. 😅 I write what I know, haha. Comments are appreciated. 

Starbucks is my bar. 

I walked straight there, after
Getting my heart broken (again)

I needed a hot, tall (handsome?)
Dark roast immediately that morning,
And time to cry and write.

The salt from my tears
Under the rims of my glasses

Made me look somewhat on the rocks.

Feeling Caught Between

My quadrille for DVerse’s quadrille Monday. I don’t really want to link up, because that imposes the obligation to read several other responses, but I’m posting this so might as well. We have many good poets who link up, anyway; reading other quadrilles will be a fun time. 🙂 I’m just blah today. Even with the retreat, I’m still feeling this way. Maybe a little better (see the poem below) but not great.


Feeling caught between
A brutal death,
And life,
A better life:

Can see accomplishing
That second job,
That’s driver’s license
Or at least riding a bike – 

But now, again,
Preferring to sleep.

A second guardian angel
Had better
Wing his way over here. 

Bref Double

My attempt at a Bref Double poem for DVerse. Since it’s a French form, I felt the need to try it, and I also wanted an excuse to share this image (found on the prompt page):

This is just for fun and is not meant to be a masterpiece, as it was written quickly all in one sitting and mostly improvised, inspired mostly by the title of my post from yesterday. Maybe I will try to write one in French later.


A writer has to write,
No matter meter or form,
Many possibilities
Coalescing into a poem.

Though muddled is my sight,
Hopefully clarity comes,
Quickly showing verities
While through many lies I comb.

May my words light the night,
Even a very small bit:
This is the hope my mind sees,
For poetry feels like home. 

This verse of fourteen lines might
Not make sense -- apologies! 


I feel hesitant to post anything today, but here is a shadorma I wrote yesterday, inspired by a talk at my women’s group.

dough of days:
needed gratitude
kneaded in,
taking time,
so that even in the heat
spirit is rising

Photo by Klaus Nielsen on Pexels.com

Since I shared that, I’m now linking with DVerse OLN. Might as well. 🙂

Are You?

Are you a Kindly Moon?
Is that why I've been feeling
Happy, lately, despite 
Missing him?
            (Someone said,
"The heart is a lonely hunter"
And is that not true, mournful
As a wolf's howl?)

Happy, lately, despite 
Being a Traveler in the tension
Between now and not-yet? 

There's nothing wrong with wanting,
Nor with the process of waiting,
But if I were a gopher I would 
Look back,
          (If I were Lot's wife I would
Be all salty)
                   Longing for a past
Which can never be remembered 
With the fidelity of Ivy --

      Yet, Kindly Moon, you see
      The harvest growing tall
      And ripe, after this Seed Fall. 

Thanks to DVerse Poetics for this prompt, using the various names for the October full moon as inspiration (follow the link for the full list). Also inspired by FOWC: Tension. I’m not sure whether this “Kindly Moon” pleasant and stable mood will last, but at least I could write this. 

Photo by David Besh on Pexels.com


Yesterday I mentioned having written a quadrille for DVerse’s prompt, and today I wrote a better one, which is the one I am sharing. The word of the week is bell.


Bells, signifying the end and the beginning
Of class, students as hundreds or thousands of
Pavlov's dogs showing their conditioning;

Bells, ringing out to celebrate holidays
Or weddings, promises of love and peace;
     Somber ones for funerals

Bells, signifying the end and the beginning