Brambles

Before our worlds unraveled, then knotted,

Before life pulled our friendship apart,

Untethered our hearts, then shattered,

Do you remember,

Our laughter and blue stained fingers,

Our common goal, our only enemy,

The laden branches and brambles,

At the edge of your grandma’s garden?

44 words for this week’s Quadrille on d’Verse Poet’s Pub. The prompt: brambles.

Decrescendo

Our voices smash against barren bedroom walls.

Questions, pleas, crash down upon the hallway floor

As we pass each other wordlessly.

The possible in life seems unlikely to us now.  

We hear only the faintest, constant, drum beat,

And it metes out our days.

44 words for d’Verse quadrille.

Get back up

Slid-sideways on marble, fell-tumbled at market

Sucking lemons is better than swallowing bitter pills.

No sleeve’s wide enough to wear that bloody heart.

Pouring sorrows over arching muddles

Like rain flooding gigantic puddles.

Silly isn’t it to waste a day being

bucolic,

melancholic,

alcoholic.