Signing up with the Sargent
audition unrehearsed
first chair potential
the score, peppered with notes
unwarranted, unanswered, unsent
and I, virtuoso in
a minor key
play
plucking my heart
con dolore
transmuting
pain to melody
oxidation to harmony
and regret to
solo
This is for dVerse where we were asked to write a Quadrille (44 words, including title) including some form of the word, “pepper” in honor of the anniversary of Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
It’s grey today, and drizzling
inside my head
clouds gather behind my eyes
Outside the sun is burning
stars are turning
and the world hurtles
on
Looking out the window
I see only the fog
of my breath,
condensed
Then, without warning,
I storm
This is a Quadrille, or a poem of exactly 44 words for dVerse Poets’ Pub. And Mish has asked us to include some form of the word, “drizzle.”
He pads down dark corridors
peering into empty rooms
Loss curls around him
rubbing his stubble
He swallows it whole
and feels it settle
heavy
in his belly
Picking at a frayed seam
he wonders how he can be both
so full
and so empty
This is for Bjorn at dVerse Poets Pub where we have been asked to write a poem of forty-four words including the word, “curl”, also know as a quadrille.
You tried to love me
with your broken
glass heart
and I tried not to
let you see the cuts
the damage
the blood
But in the end
I dropped my mask to the ground
and pulled my scars around me
like a blessing
This is for dVerse Poets Pub, where De asked us to write a quadrille (44 words exactly) including some form of the word, “scar.” Click on the link and check it out.
Go to the window
Earth’s curve waits for you
under wild skies
Run through the door
spin, sway, swing and play
Hinge
the circle
spill outside
boundaries fall before your feet
Breathe in heaven
swim with stars
Reach out
palms up in supplication
arms open
Writtien for dVerse Poets Pub, where Victoria asked us to write a Quadrille (44 words, exactly) about some aspect of the word, “open.”
In the beginning
trepidation, excitement
so much to look forward to
I will begin
today
I will step
into a world
swirling with chance and choice
a broken world full of hope
Anything can happen
that is the fear and the wonder
anything can happen
This is for dVerse Poets Pub. Click on the link and check it out.
I sit cross-legged
in the garden
on the warm earth
Sweet peas
wave to me
from the trellis.
Morning glories nod
and curl into sleep
As night
sets the stars alight
the breeze
whispers you
against my neck
almost as if you were here
I’m breezing in slightly late with a Quadrille for Bjorn at dVerse. He asked us to write a poem of exactly 44 words including the title, and use the word “breeze” somewhere in it.
