Mapped

Dying embers the muse ignites itself with a flint here’s your path I have it mapped into unknown territory will you spring? Labriynth torch held high a treasure hunt into an alternate reality across the gateways illustrious muse guide the way holding the map. Written for dVerse Quadrille #175 -Mapping Out Our Poems. Thanks for

Concentrate

Zoom follows me around focus on the meeting lectures through the internet heart quietly weeping I miss the days of Skype where I hollered loud hello can you hear me? no cognitive crowd I guess I cannot help it my brain zooms away concentrate. A Quadrille for dVerse Quadrille #173. Zoom meetings are known to

Paradigm Shift

A gazelle escapes into the cosmos swift as the mind an arrow poised whizzes past doe-eyed prey shifts nebulously Orion scintillates against the firmament the Hunter gives chase as thoughts spiral free on a never-ending quest of what comes next in this paradigm shift. A Quadrille (a poem of 44 words) on the prompt ‘shift.’

Raven

Crimson runs across the heavens the sun bleeds time stands still upon the tufted spurs platinum blonde grass a raven mourns sonorously the hourglass is empty when the sands run out life ends with a gasp a bated breath the Reaper waits dusk falls. Written for Quadrille #171: Poetry is a kind of Gasp for dverse

An Afternoon

A chord resounds melodic music plucking the strings feminine fingers engaged in rhapsody rippling through the breeze trees rustle; the river sings a pair of cuckoos join in from among the bowers blossoming spring an afternoon; humid languorous lull breaks uplifting crescendo enlivening spirits A Quadrille (A poem of 44 words) for dVerse Poet’s Pub.