There was a day when I was twelve.
I sat upon a purple blanket, on the green field beside the park’s baseball diamond.
The sun blazed hot.
My bare toes searched through cool blades of June grass.
I had no cares except everything.
44 word quadrille for this week’s d’Verse prompt: happiness
His arm outstretched on the bar top so long
Defining wood grain has marked his skin with deep welts, lines,
Semi-permanent tattoos, depicting the aching magnetism
Of old fashioned, warm amber, honeyed,
Pain relief. Waiting.
Just beyond his fingertips, though never beyond his grasp.
d’Verse quadrille (44 word poem) prompt: magnetic (in any form)
Upon waking from brief escape,
I’m anxious, timorous.
Sky’s darkest blue is unrecognizable.
For all-consuming shades and shadows,
Blanket dreary these cold, unknowable hours.
Is it morning or midnight?
I tuck my exhausted heart beneath the crumpled duvet,
And await a calm of light.
d’Verse prompt this week: blanket (44 word quadrille form)
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 The prompt: brambles. d’Verse Poet’s Pub.
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
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’.
We could not capture the rhythm nor rhyme of each other’s stories.
Conversations weaved and wandered, mundane and misunderstood.
We heard sentences not sentiments,
Feigned commitment to our cause.
Curiosity faded so we cast hopes towards the stars.
Too many explanations spoiled our love.
44 words for d’Verse Quadrille prompt today: ‘Spoil’
What molten rage appears behind frosted windows
Your panic rises, scorching, then cools icy and remains
Tempers your home cannot, scarcely, contain
Trembling crumbles your well planned calm
You’ve known the truth for far too long
A wink, a blink, a flash, you’re gone.
d’Verse quadrille: 44 words using the prompt ‘wink’ (which admittedly I used in a darker way).