Image credit: Lillian Hi, Lillian I chose this pic as inspiration happiness so elusive when I look in unfulfilled dreams goals not reached Ambitions … perhaps too big for my destiny my limited means or ability happiness round the corner when I see angels on a bench want to take them home and they follow … Continue reading Happiness
I sense a trap in magnets and draw away to retain a sense of self magnets follow me and then I know It’s not for an ulterior motive they are getting attracted to something residing inside me not knowing it is an opposite end… https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/19/quadrille-114-poetical-magnetism/
I wonder why I’m hated so much I make it my business to pull down cosy blankets of make-believe housing comfort zones I believe I’m born to destroy illusions bred in chambers of self-constructed mirrors I wonder why I’m hated so much https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/05/quadrille-113-blanket-us/
Dark hues of midnight blue close in -claustrophobia is a word -for a feeling not actual happening Sometimes… I fly light challenging a kite -kiss horizons visualise worlds unseen -and write Forgive me, blues for all my life -I kept fighting my personal skies https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/21/quadrille-112-the-skys-the-limit-in-44-words/
separated by screens and masks connected by devices I often wonder if I hear them correctly humans spend more time peeping inwards eavesdropping to hear the voice of your conscience and soul strangers we have been not sure if more to ourselves or others https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/07/quadrille-111-whats-that-rustling-in-the-eaves/
songs of yore of budding talent blossoming desires in gardens of hope -caretakers gently took us forward encounters on paths revealed a lot more grows in gardens other than talent roots ignored transplantations with blessings of power a favoured few enjoy shade and fruit https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/10/how-does-your-garden-grow-dverse-quadrille/
“The Rose Garden is being redesigned,” said she, walking amidst brambles on the zig-zag path I saw potential which could have bloomed if not partnered with obnoxiousness -an identity that could have shaped better without the golden umbrella which encased her hungry spirit https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/27/quadrille-no-108-among-the-brambles/
“Cut my veins, the blood is blue”… famously said someone who’d not tasted the hue Into the blues, he dived with gallons of alcohol…. When Fame deserted, Arrogance took its toll Deep blue sky where he shone once Stardom - a shadow of the hole https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/13/quadrille-107-blue-monday/
tiny fingers drumming tables grew up tak-dhina-dhin goes the bea for eager dancers to move their feet hymn-singers find him to invoke incantation meditators grateful good concentration He rules the podium with fiery speeches provoking crowds The drummer has come a long way indeed… https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/15/quadrille-106/ Note: Tabla is the Indian version of drums, played with … Continue reading Tabla beats
life slips away like sand through my fingers in moments -treasured, feared -of despair I wonder what to let go what to pick up -put away for eternity -restore or repair Sky is eternity the framework against which -I build castles in the air https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/01/quadrille-105-cry-havoc-and-let-slip-the-dogs-of-war/
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