Closed window blinds hide her form from view,
Though a sliver of sunlight spies its way through
It doesn’t matter.
Paper scratched, life-weary words flutter about,
Then fall away.
Her silent silhouette slumps,
Her heart’s voice breaks,
But no one hears.
44 words for this week’s
dVerse Poets quadrille challenge: voice
Disappointments descend, flutter, circle down, surrounding me
Like autumnal crimson leaves fall to rest at the base of a maple tree
Like layers of discarded, crumbling leaves, covering me up
Like last night’s blankets and denied possibilities
Like last night’s dreams
44 words for this week’s d’Verse quadrille prompt: up
And while I was within
An ace of falling for your lies,
Believing your cries of devotion,
Waiting for Spring to begin.
I heard my heartbeats.
Louder than words,
Moving me towards,
A life that would not repeat,
The pain of loving you again.
44 words Quadrille for this week’s d’Verse Poets prompt: ace
We spoke for hours that dusty cloud day,
Grandfather and I in a dented rowboat,
Fishing lines poised over a cool, still lake,
Yet with water surrounding,
We caught by surprise, threads interweaving,
To something deeper, a gathering place.
44 words for d’Verse this week. The prompt: Troll
Together, our moments, first gently, awaken this
Unexpected, fragile flicker. Warmth rises from deep within, Blush rushes to my surfaces, Exposing my quietest secret. Your voice is autumnal afterglow, Baritone whisper a sip of fine wine. My lips part, always wanting one drop more.
This week’s d’Verse Poet’s Pub’s quadrille prompt (44 words): ‘sip’.