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Quadrille Monday #174-Weather Revolution

Here’s how to Quadrille:

– Write a poem of exactly 44 words, including the word revolution.
– Put your poem on your blog and link back to this post.

Sunshine higher in the sky
Brings a wake-up lullaby.
Peepers chirp melodic voices.
Robins sounding out rejoices.
Thawed out soil soon dampened sweet.
As stubborn winter drags its feet.

Taunting the impatient
with relentless brutal winds.
Same weather revolution
Every time the Spring begins.


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d’Verse Haibun Monday 3/27/23- Waking Up

Write a haibun that alludes to pressure.

The time is approaching quickly when my husband and I will take the first trip of the year to our forest camp. With fingers crossed we’ll ride anxiously to our happy place in the woods. Our annual jitters will be a mixture of excitement and apprehension over what we may find there as the winter weather pressures on our structures have on occasion caused some damage in the past. No doubt the quaint forest landscape will just be awakening and will be suffering from a case of ‘bed head’ from its tumultuous hibernation.
Clearing fallen branches (possibly trees), restacking stonewalls, and raking rotted leaves will be our first order of business. Meanwhile the earliest ferns and wildflowers will secretly rejoice from our efforts.
Only in a week or two, they’ll most certainly be greeting us in our arrivals donning their new Spring attire.

Spring sprouts nudged by warmth,
Frozen earth gently softens.
“Wake up and get dressed!”

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d’Verse Poets Pub- Haibun Monday- Hear Me Whisper

Let’s write our haibun that references the heart, in whatever context that you conceive. For those new to haibun, the form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.

When animals hibernate in the winter, their hearts slow to a barest minimum for sustaining life. I often imagine frogs at the bottom of a pond or chipmunks in channels below the ground living life as a faint whisper one soft infrequent heartbeat at a time. In those long pauses is a mysterious hushed eternity that leads to an electrical instant of reclaiming life. Almost dead…ALIVE…almost dead...ALIVE…

Some say winter is a time of silence, of nothingness. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Can you hear it? Winter is a thrumming pause when Mother Nature’s life-pulse is the loudest to those persevering toward the Spring.

“Hush now” winter wind,
Hasten life to fill the void.
Her whispered rhythm.

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Crimson Creative Challenge #220- It’s Crispy Time

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one below.)
You respond with something CREATIVE.

Winter is the crispy time of year
When everything looks blue
A frozen pause with brittle air
Winter is the crispy time of year

Venture out and bundles wear
You’ll find this all is true
Winter is the crispy time of year
When everything looks blue

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Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #45- Winter’s Embrace

Use EMBRACE as your inspiration this week.

You should use the prompt word as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.

There are:

  • Three Lines
  • 14-16 syllables per line
  • A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

    Winter’s Embrace

    For today, the rain shall shift to snow on bitter winter winds.
    The wise, fated to embrace all they are impotent to affect,
    May still offer an aggressive squeeze to express their disfavor.

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d’Verse Poets Pub- Synchronicity-Spring Happens

As a poetry form, this consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas.

Spring Happens

An icy wind blows ferocious
As the sun interrupts its grasp,
A setback but not a retreat
As winter poises to remain
In charge.
Timeless struggle where seasons grate,
Dynamic cyclical efforts
For naught.
Sealed fates in time resist moving.
An inertia enforced morphing
of Truth.
Foolish and headstrong is winter.
Tenacious and patient, the Spring
steals ground.
Inevitable transforming
Inches forward righteously calm.
The sun gets involved and its settled.
No debate allowed anymore,
It’s done.
Nature’s resolve is unyielding.
Spring has sprung in spite of the wind.

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d’Verse Poets Pub- Winter

Winter is a silent mysterious stranger.
A man who knows nothing- but has shining eyes-
Crystals of frozen secrets.
He grasps where everything’s buried.

Tightly held in whirling frigid air
The colors he robs -in an icy fingered fist-
Cleverly purloined hues – one great pause.
No remorse in the conqueror.

Or perhaps, she’s a tender woman
Rocking her babes- against her bosom-
A dormant slumber- caressed by shushing breaths-
Bundled and held precious.

Soft lips blowing out the light.
Quieting the night- pristine whiteness-
Winter’s loving embrace -twinkling frosty hopes-
A guardian of her tomorrows.

He stands in the shadows.
She never speaks.
Both or neither,
It’s not for us to know.

Inspired by:
Wallace Stevens’ The Snow Man
Poetics: Beyond Meaning or The Resolution of Opposites | dVerse (