From above, or: What lies beneath

A Quadrille In the form of a Haibun I found myself tempted to compose a prose poem about the nearly immutable nature of stone. However, my mind wriggled, squirming away from me. Shield limpets, keel worms, snails and other creatures captured my imagination. only lift the rocks to uncover teeming life changelessness belied d’Verse Quadrille… Continue reading From above, or: What lies beneath

Schnorrer, or: Worse

A Quadrille In the form of a not-Kyrielle He brought her presents every day, Penning serenades to sing her. She'd blush at every bouquet... Though, for her sweet words, doubts lingered... However, he couldn't ignore Her galivanting with swingers. She promised she was no schnorrer... Though, for her sweet words, doubts lingered. d'Verse Quadrille #136:… Continue reading Schnorrer, or: Worse

Etched, or: Deepening

A d'Verse quadrille In triolet form Grooves in his face were rhymes, Deepening year by year. Lines etched deep by the times, Grooves in his face were rhymes. War, disease, corruption, hate crimes... Wizened bard inked ballads with dry tears. Grooves in his face were rhymes, Deepening year by year. Quadrille #135: 'Shake that Poem… Continue reading Etched, or: Deepening

Sweet, or: Savory

An atom poem heart pumping blood I feel it pulse in you you’re flushed coral oh yes dearest my pet I know what you crave sweet talk and licks I love teasing you so you’re so so wet there that’s a savory taste it’s my piquant treat Atom Three line stanzas=tercets;Count letters: 5-7-5;This form links… Continue reading Sweet, or: Savory

Duke of the uke, or: Patsy

A rhyming quadrille Luke Glueck was the Duke of the uke; he’d get drunk and twang like a kook. His drinking and juking drew rebuke, cuz every damn’d night he would puke and collapse on the floor, his brain nuked. It’s no wonder Luke always got rooked! A d'Verse prompt The above free verse poem… Continue reading Duke of the uke, or: Patsy

almost, or: Tired

A free verse quadrille lacking motivation to even capitalize my letters; nah it’s stylistic –capitalized one only to change it –cuz that’s creative right? almost missed it, actually cuz my puter screen is smudged up, and I'm lacking the motivation to spray it and wipe it down. Tired A d'Verse prompt The above free verse… Continue reading almost, or: Tired

Worlds, or: Stories

A d'Verse quadrille wanting to understand every world every word intriguing who is he she she she he she say more tell more you were kidnapped by your father how curious I'm so fascinated no you got pregnant as a teenager wow how did your parents what The prompt: A curiosity of poems The above… Continue reading Worlds, or: Stories

River of sweet poetry, or: Sacred tendrils climbing

A 'Magnetic' free verse quadrille Wanna try? Click here. gentle rain on ancient fertile seed river of sweet poetry wets earth water murmurs with secret song beneath warm spring sun watches from above life's thick fresh roots growing deeply sacred tendrils climbing up through the grass winter's beautiful cold frost spirit will wither Notes For… Continue reading River of sweet poetry, or: Sacred tendrils climbing