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.

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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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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

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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.

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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.

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

Unsaid Adieu

The half-opened bedroom door.
The mute clothes on the floor.
I could’ve asked for more.

Filled with the scent you left.
Still reeling with the shivers you sent.

Caged inside this haunted house
named after you,
still feeling the ghost of your
unsaid adieu.

—

02.14.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #26 with the word “ghost” from kim881.

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

Breathing Whispers

I heard your soul’s sighs
and your heart’s cries
as your mind tries
to silence fear of ends and byes.

So I stamped the wind with
my love’s breathing whispers,
crossing 2,000 miles of seas and lands,
to bring my kiss of forever.

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01.17.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #24 with the word “whisper” by De of whimsygizmo.

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

Chilling Sparks

Strumming sweet fingers
against guitar’s strings
create tuneful soothing notes.

Whispering wistful wind
against swaying grasses
dances with nature’s changing clothes.

Peeping sun rays
against clear window pane
paint stunning morning arc.

Your warm touch
against my waiting thrilled skin
forms chilling body sparks.

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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #119 by whimsygizmo who wrote about Origami Dragon Plays Ro Sham Bo.

Waiting Under the Gray Clouds

You said we are
never too far
until we are
under the same sky.

“You are my sun,
I am your moon.”
But then why did
we end so soon?

As blue clouds
turns to gray,
I’ll try to keep
my tears at bay.

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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #18: Clouds by kim881 who wrote about Busting Clouds.

Here’s how to Quadrille:

– Write a poem of exactly 44 words, including the word cloud.
– Put your poem on your blog and link back to this post.
– Link it up to our Mr. Linky.
– Visit other blogs. Enjoy some amazing poets. Comment. Come back later this week and write another one, and visit some more. Comment some more. Create as many poem clouds as you please. I’ll be reading all week.

Nameless Shadow

in the middle of the park stood
a rustic swing singing with whistling wind.
metal to metal friction creates creepy creeks.

back and forth, back and forth,
high to low, high to low,
the burning sun revealed no swinging child,
only a nameless shadow.

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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #17 by De of whimsygizmo.