A Blanket For Autumn

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

How Does Your Garden Grow?

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

 

 

Clouds of Bounty

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

 

 

 

The Beat Must Go On

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

cacophony

 

We need the backbone

that is the drum

to bring back some harmony

 

 

 

 

 

A Shed of One’s Own

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