Covering scars of knots buried / healing over time
Creating a beauty all its own
enjoyed by all
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Mish asked us to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words using some form or the word knot. I saw these knots on the side of a tree when we were at the park a couple of weeks ago. I thought they were interesting, so I took a couple of photos of them.
This is Quadrille Monday with De Jackson at d’Verse. The prompt today is to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words using any form of the word possible! I am writing about the historic move of the Hatteras Lighthouse away from the water’s edge on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The photo above was taken years ago when we visited there, before it was moved.
Today at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to let the sky be the limit and use sky as our prompt. This is Quadrille Monday, so we are to make a poem of exactly 44 words.
Every year on the first weekend of November our local airport sponsors an air show called War Birds Over Monroe. We live nearby so we can see a lot of the sky maneuvers from our deck. These are a few of the loop-t-loops!
Today is Quadrille Monday, when we write a poem of exactly 44 words. Kim asked us to use the word eavesdrop in any form we like as our prompt. I decided to take my eavesdropping to the top of the mountain in the George Washington National Forest, in Virginia. I was amazed at how twisted the short scrub pines were up there. The wind up there never seems to stop blowing across the top. This is a train of consciousness poem.
Today the d’Verse group is back from summer break, and our prompt is Blue! We are to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words using the prompt. Skies have be extra blue this summer, as pollution and smog are reduced due to Covid-19 stay at home orders. There is nothing more beautiful than the Great Smoky Mountains. The photos above are from our trip to the Pisgah National Forest in 2012. This is Looking Glass Falls near Brevard!
Sweet bluebird // a magical beauty
Perched on the rod outside my window.
Tiny sharp talons gripped tightly.
Seeing her reflection on the surface;
She flung herself at the image;
Thinking it to be another female.
This is her territory…
Guarded fiercely at all cost!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Linda asked us to write a Quadrille of 44 words, using a form of the word magic.
Today at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to consider change and write a Quadrille of 44 words. I have a large beautiful maple in my back yard that I discovered is being eaten by termites. It won’t be very long until a big wind comes along and takes it down. The same is true with us as well. This is my Quadrille about changing our way of thinking to live longer!
When we drove in the road to see the old house where I was born, my first reaction was “Oh, my!!” The place was unrecognizable. It was so overgrown with weeds that you could barely see the front porch. The yard was not mowed and it appeared to be in a state of disrepair. My mind quickly raced to the days when everything was trimmed and neat. The house was painted and the garden planted. It is heartbreaking to see how things have changed in fifty years.
Drove past our old house today hoping to gather some memories
Quickly realized that memories were all that remained
Nothing appeared as I remembered // everything had changed
Weeds wrapped the house like a blanket
The yard had disappeared swallowed up by the woods
My friend Henry and me ready for school!
De Jackson at d’Verse asked us to write a poem of 44 words that included the word quick (or a form of it) for Quadrille Monday. Nothing ever stays the same as you can see by my house then and now!
Today is Quadrille Monday (exactly 44 words) at d’Verrse. Dee gave us the prompt cobble and told us to use our imaginations. Mine went from food Cobbler to CobbleStone Streets, and then settled on one from the past, The Cobbler’s Shop. I remember going there with my father to pick up a pair of dress shoes that he has taken to get new soles and heels put on. They always came back as good as new. Now, with faux leather, vinyl, and plastic, shoes are just tossed in the trash when they are worn out. Shoe repair is a lost art for sure.
It is Quatrille Monday at d’Verse. A poem of 44 words using the word Muddle, or a form of it, is required. Come join us at d’verse! hppt://dversepoets.com
Having lived many years in Eastern North Carolina, we ate many delicious hushpuppies with our Pork Bar-B-Q. They are essentially deep fried corn bread. In days gone by they were made and fed to the dogs, that lived in the house with the farmers, to hush them up when they barked to be fed from the table. I thought this would be a good metaphor for the insatiable news hounds that are always barking to be fed anything salacious that can be reported on the President!