Shattered Heart

My shattered heart rains pieces on all who dare to touch it.
Broken by dreams, doubts, dread, and the debris of drama.
Taken by love, life, loads, burdens, and by laughter.
All who dare to touch my heart shatter it,
Breaking it open like the clouds that bring Spring rains,
Only to leave the brilliant sun in their wake…
My shattered heart rains pieces on all who dare to touch it…
Pieces of love, blessed by tears, strengthened by sorrow, eroded by extraordinary miracles
Of life!


My prose poem for Franks prompt at
dVerse.

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True Story

I bustled away
from table today,
confronting a matter of mind…
Whatever forgot
I sought on the spot,
relaxing and tea undermined.

On later return
the table emerged,
my hunger and thirst unprepared…
Forsaken repast
and teatime had passed.
So ghostly, I toasted despair!


Quite a Quadrille for Kim’s “ghost” prompt at
dVerse.
Join us! It’s amazing what you can do with 44 words!

Reaching

We always reach for the next big thing.
A place to belong and some meaning to bring.
A cause to campaign for, a light on the scene.
Contentment is something to get, not to be.
We reach for the brass ring, while dawn breaks–unseen!


My response to Björn’s Quadrille prompt using the word “dawn.” Come join us, read, and comment at
dVerse.

My First Weaver

The woman was a weaver;
I didn’t know her name.
But then at only 5 years old,
The fascination came.

She sat up straight and sturdy,
The bench just right to reach.
And taking shuttle back and forth,
Her hand began to teach.

I know she pressed the treadles
And showed me cloth that grew.
And with a lesson now forgot,
She made a weaver too!

The woman was a weaver;
I didn’t know her name.
But many years a weaver now,
I thank her all the same!


My response to Kim’s Artisan prompt at
dVerse.

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Wild Wind

Wind howls through my mind,
tearing a treacherous path,
driving, destroying, demolishing…
The calm, cultivated landscape
erodes before me.
What can this mean?
What’s next?
A breeze speaks whisperingly
of a land too close to see.
“Come…”
And through the howling wind,
I go.


Quadrille, 44 words excluding title, containing some form of “whisper.” This one also goes for De’s challenge of “whisperingly.” Try your own and enjoy others at
dVerse.

To Be Fit

To center myself through the day,
I let all the world fall away…
My whole consciousness
curls into itself,
disarming the furious fray.

Amazing well-being I find,
curls out of the Infinite Mind.
With sweetest success,
abundantly blessed,
from chaos to vision so kind!


More
Limerick-style
stanzas here, this time in response to the first Quadrille of 2017. Björn’s prompt is “curl.” Try one of your own, and read responses over at
dVerse.

The Time is NOW

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:”*
And talk is all we do;
No wonder we don’t change a thing!
The fear of time and time of fear
Strings us along a string.
The time is now, and now’s the time
To act upon the scene!

*Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872


Written for Lillian’s prompt, “Timing is everything!” at
dVerse.