hatch

egg out of
your hard-outside,
fragile-inside,
self-made
shell of hate,

hardened by
society’s caging
cruel words
of unbelief.
crack the

calcium carbonate
crystal, with
each drumming of
your tired yet

unrelenting heart,
create a freeing hole
of hope. welcome
the sunrays of faith.

hatch.

—

03.27.2018
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In response to dVerse Quadrille #53 – Egg

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M o u n t a i n F a b r i c

As the battered
wheels climb thousands
more feet above
the unending sea,
my mummed heart
undresses slowly.

My nakedness
embraces the
soft mountain fabric
made by murmurs of
the wind and leaves
of the giant
green guardians of
the endless Himalayas.

I am home.

—

02.13.2018
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In response to dVerse Quadrille #50 using the word “murmur”. This is inspired by my recent trip in India which touched my soul in a different level. 🙂 You can read more about it here.

for your information

kick me out
of your life
yes, you can.

kick me out
of my own love,
oh, you just can’t.

i am locked,
chained, tethered,
inside the cave
of my self-sufficient
heart.

it’ll beat
with a thump,
with a thump,
with you
or without.

—

11.07.2017
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In response to dVerse Quadrille#44 by whimsygizmo.

when rain reigns

while i try
to rein on my
stubborn and elusive
sense of worth,

the rain reigns
against the sun rays
with its freed droplets
of crystals
kissing the waiting,
parched earth.

may i find
the purpose of my
birth, with the petrichor’s
coming mirth.

—

09.14.2017
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In response to Quadrille #40 by whimsygizmo and Rein ’em in! lillian! (i hope i am not too late! :D)

 

Blessed Bliss

bliss blows
blessings, breathes
so sweet mist of
joy to hearts
hurting, like
frozen buds
waiting for
warmth of
spring, coming
with the weightless
strands of
white dandelion
dancing, feel
the rhythm
of my patient
fingers, tap, tap,
tapping, bliss,
come, be
my blessing.

—

08.29.2017
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In response to Quadrille #39 by Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

Today it’s time for our returning reason to celebrate short poetry. 44 words including the word bliss. Use it as a noun, or use it as a verb ar as an adjective. Bless me with your bliss.

 

Forest Orchestra

the sweet tweets of the birds,
the crisp cracks of dried twigs,
the whispered whistles of the wind,
the sounds of the forest orchestra.
oh, surreal and soothing
flora and fauna.

yet they can’t calm me like
how your heartbeats’
thump,
thump,
thump
can.

—

05.23.2017
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In response to Sound Off! dVerse Quadrille #33 by Victoria C. Slotto.

I have a sound (adjective) reason for sharing this with you today and ask you now to use the word SOUND in a poem, following the very fun Quadrille form, a poem that soundly (adverb) embraces exactly 44 words, excluding the title. Check out the dictionary. I found a plethora of ways to sound-off. Maybe you will even want to play with assonance, consonance or one of the many ways that sound adds beauty, texture or feeling to a poem.

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Thank you!

 

 

Last Echo

she got the final note
on her last day
on earth.
she went out
with a book on hand
and let the last echo
of her heart
lead her between
the mountain, the sky
where her song is heard,
where her name is whispered.

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P.S. Written with India Arie’s India Song playing. ❤

I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
I wanna go where the wind calls my name

—

05.09.2017
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In response to Quadrille #32 by whimsygizmo

Let’s dance with some shadows today, my poetical peeps. This is De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, and it’s Quadrille Monday here at the bar – when we write a poem of exactly 44 words (not including title), and include one given word.

Today, I want you to play with the word: echo.

Drizzled Remains

like the sky
swallowing
the sun,
i remembered
how i choked
when you said
we’re done.

like the rain’s
fading fog,
i wait as
time erase
the drizzled remains
of your once
warm love.

today
i relish
each throb,
tomorrow
i will move
forward.

—

04.11.2017
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In response dVerse‘s Quadrille #30 by Mish.

Write a poem of 44 words including the word drizzle and post it to your blog.

Attachments

helium-filled balloons
float up, up, away
from the dust
of the waiting
earth,
to kiss the sky’s
welcoming
mirth.

why do we
find it hard
to be like
the cheery balloons–
happy when
we’re being
let go?

maybe because
we prefer attachments
over freedom.

—

03.28.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #29 by whimsygizmo.

Just write a poem of precisely 44 words, including the word balloon.

Spring Melt

He is
clothe in fragrant scent
leaking out of fresh, budding
blooms,
his aura is
bathe in blinding golden rays
lighting up a fully packed
room,
each step he takes towards
me are lilting,
yes, he is my harbinger of
spring.

Oh, I’m melting.

—

03.13.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #28 with the word “spring” by kim881. 🙂