On Monday, for dVerse, it was Quadrille Monday (44 words, max), hosted by De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo. We had to use the word “groove” or a version of it. I’m way late to the party but on this morning’s walk to work, I encountered this lady and I suddenly felt like participating. And like my title says, groovy is as groovy does 😉
I cannot help but think of Iris Apfel who, at 100 years of age, has said (Choosing just one was difficult; the proof being that I changed quotes three times!):
“When the fun goes out of dressing, you might as well be dead. You need to pursue your own fancy.”
Both of us on an exercise mission,
cross each other’s paths.
My hello returned with a smile
mismatched olive hat,
and orange scarf,
with wide-legged grey shorts,
black knee-high socks
joining turquoise running shoes
“I’m groovy coz I say so!”
De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo hosted dVerse Quadrille yesterday. Took me some finagling to get my 44 words to where I was willing to share them. I shoulda chosen another subject because now my memories have come flooding in and this limitation is causing me grief!
Petite Rivière Rouge
where childhood memories were made
Pépère¹ bulldozed river rocks;
a sandy cove to protect our feet
When not being fished,
crapet-soleil² nibbled our toes
Rocks have since rolled back
and the river seems more
like a stream to our adult eyes
¹Pépère means “Gramps”
²Crapet-soleil is a fish, that, I just learned, is called Pumpkinseed fish – we are never too old to learn 🙂
Mish is hosting dVerse Quadrille today. We are asked to use a variation of the word “Smudge” – so many ways this word could be used so I went through my photos, looking for inspiration. Landed on this one and well, just had to use it!
Smeared and smudged
face full of chocolate
Putting on a show
with makeshift microphone
belting out pure joy
at summer’s freedoms
Can it get any better than this?
Childhood is not meant to be
neat and tidy all the time
the hose can wait
Lisa, over at Tao Talk is hosting (well, started yesterday) dVerse and has challenged us to use abide in a quadrille. So I did! Because, I can’t resist using only 44 words.
There are those memories that
bring a fond smile to your lips
They come, they go, you move on
And then there are those that abide
evoking the exact same feelings
as when you lived it
weaving their way into your present
Couldn’t decide on which pic so put both!
Merril is hosting dVerse. This week the word is “blanket” to be used in a quadrille. Time I dust off my writing skills after a week away, eh?
A blanket of fallen autumnal leaves
form a patchwork or crazy quilt
inviting us to find a pattern
or simply kick our way through
enjoying the crunch underfoot
and the musky-sweet scent
reminding us they serve a purpose
participating in the circle of life
I miss having a garden and shall be doing one next year (promise to myself). Till then, I finally decided to participate in yesterday’s dVerse quadrille challenge “How does your garden grow”, hosted by Victoria C. Slotto.
How does your garden grow?
It is neat and orderly
every thing placed just so
Or is it more free in style
a sort of go with the flow?
Willy nilly or neat rows,
does it really matter?
As long as your garden grows
dVerse is back after a two-week break. This week’s Quadrille is hosted by Kim who asked us to use the word “Blue” in any way we desired. Soooo many possibilities. I was stuck, so I was inspired to ask The Oracle for a hand and with a few key words, she helped me get unstuck.
Not a breeze rustles through the trees
and dusk brings no sanctuary from the heat
As the humidity rises,
air’s weight becomes unbearable
Blue skies, enhanced by a blanket of clouds
would do Monet proud
Promising relief, but only if
they spill their bounty
Might be more out there than I usually am. Hopefully not too far! In response to dVerse Quadrille challenge, hosted by Mish who has given us the word “Drum” to play with. I usually avoid the topics of the day but somehow, this felt like the direction to go in. I think I spent as much time creating my image as I did creating my verse!
Earth has lost her rhythm
Her drum is struggling
to keep time
So many instruments
trying to be heard
voices not melodious
Each believes it more
important than the other
We need the backbone
that is the drum
to bring back some harmony
Wow… would you lookit that. Me, combining two prompts. Who’d a thunk? It’s like this, see. I have been trying to find an original way to use Crispina‘s fabulous photo (since Thursday) – including finding some of my own to accompany it (which I did) but the words would not come. Merril told me hey, dVerse today is a quadrille – a poem in exactly 44 words, not including the titel – in which you must use the one word provided. So I did, Today the word is close. After a day out there, and despite many kind comments, I have revamped this. I didn’t like it.
A Shed of One’s Own
A room of one’s own, said she
It’s but an excuse
To close out distraction
And let her thoughts roam free
House is too crowded, she cried
Must escape the noise
A shed in the woods she found
‘Tis the perfect place to hide