hidden—beneath a leaf’s husha shy bud averts my gaze slow breath,a tremor of green veinsinitiating life no eyes watching,yet, petals loosen the moment slips—captured in glass light a single flower,born unseen,held in my phone’ssmall screen Quadrille #241
Marijuana, a mask of smoke,but the scions wander deepertheir arteries lit with excess,their laughter a mockeryof their existence.Goals never setthey are on undefined trips-a carnival of waste,where silence remembers what they forget-the emptiness beneath indulgence. Quadrille #240
Joy struggles to find a spacebetween tightly pursed lips-sneeringclenched teeth-threateninga deep, dark pit-beckoning it slogs and slams to stretch the distancebetween skepticism and acceptanceA cynic smilesFrom left to rightAnd all directions throb with light Quadrille #239
Conscience lies buried beneath last winter’s choiceshibernating for lack of choice or assumed helplessnessmurmuring through frost as if remembering a path once taken.I follow its faint warmthawaiting a call whena moment of thaw becomes truthand truth becomes direction. Quadrille #238
zero is where I find myselfat the beginning of every venturebut life takes different turnsand gets labelled with numbersit throws me back with impunityround is the only way to go jump through the looplest you remain rotating inside Quadrille #237
There’s a red light at the doorfor all those who thinkthey can coax me into compliancewith their code of conduct. If you are open to exchange of viewsmoving ahead, enriched by conversationHang on there…the light will turn green Q236- Coaxing as it does
We stand, not still, but swaying with regretswrapped in whirlpools of choices, chances, echoes of steps we never took.Each ankle bound by silent storms, each toe trembling on shifting ground.Yet here we areupright, undaunted, dancing on the edge of collapse. Quadrille at dVerse RXC #405
the house sparklesfood looks yumher back achesbut who cares? She sweeps the backyardthe cracker-ash strewn all overreminds herof a creative sparkshe had with words and paintsbut who cares? Primariness mattersIn creative choiceBut who decides? Quadrille #234
A glittering inviteto Baes and Boosfor a nightof fun and boozeflummoxed me for a whiletill I called my Beau to escort methe old-fashioned wayand he obliged with a smile"Of course, dear, you comeBefore Anyone Else" Quadrille #233
fragile petalslend their wispy presenceto the grandeur of a flower,the magic of a garden-the fleeting graceof nature’s miracles the gardener waters plantshands cupping lifefeet crushing a fallen petalhe nurturedbut failed to recogniseits independent existence Quadrille Monday at dVerse
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