Blessed!

My wrinkles hold many memories tucked between their folds,

to be buried with me.

Today, I look into the mirror,

 proud of each scar I carry, each joy I experienced.

As the moonlight casts its lambent glow,

I smile, celebrating my journey of life.

44 words

dVerse qaurdrille #155 : celebrate

Inseparable Duo!

Tom And Jerry, Cartoon, Kids, Sketch, Fun, Retro, Old
Mohamed hassan@pixabay.com

Partners in crime, always at loggerheads

the inseparable duo, nibbling each other’s sanity,

the lazy hapless cat and the spry spunky mouse,

pulling up every trick under their sleeve,

the shenanigan makers, creating a riot,

Tom and Jerry regale us, with their clowning antics!

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Mish, says: Add the word or form of the word, nibble to your poem of 44 words, not including the title

The Drip Fiasco!

Dripping, Faucet, Drip, Drop, Stainless, Spout, Fixture
pixabay.com

Plop! plop! Incessant acoustics played on a loop,

disturbing me from my reverie.

The slow dribble dampened my poetic rapture in a dreamy paradise.

Cursing the abrupt end to my honeyed trance,

I got out of bed, to check on the sound.

A leaky faucet was the culprit, orchestrating a clamant drip.

My many attempts to tighten the tap seemed futile,

as it boasted of an obstinate temperament, refusing to relent.

Sighing,

I rummaged through the tool box to look for a spanner.

Still in a slumberous state and an agitated mood,

Blabbering, growling, snorting, prattling to myself,

 I foolishly unfastened the tap, in my haste to set it right.

And lo, torrents of water gushed out in a tempestuous roar,

exploding into the silent night, with rumbling ire.

Drenched in the powerful deluge, I quivered in a frenzy.

After many failed attempts, I managed to fix it back.

The livid tap gave out an angry gurgle, once again.

I beseeched it to stay calm, till I located a plumber the next morning,

 wading out of the pool of water, inundating the kitchen floor,

In utter helplessness!

 Laura from dVerse says,

Write a Sound Poem which includes AT LEAST ONE from EACH of the FIVE HEARING CATEGORY SELECTIONS below: (reference the hearing words you chose in your post).

  • bellow; clink; drone; jingle; quiver;
  • clamour; dissonant; rip-roaring; tempestuous; vociferous;
  • dulcet; honeyed; poetic; sonorous; tonal;
  • blabber; cackle; dribble; gurgle; seethe;
  • beseech; chant; drawl; embellish; intone.

Feel free to dip deeper into your chosen words by elaborating further from the Thesaurus with synonyms and antonyms

AND/OR

Simply write about the Thesaurus

The Party!

round water drop photo
Aaron Burden@unsplash.com

Sequined silver tropes line the rimed leaves

creates a bejeweled pattern of prismatic mosaic.

Snowflakes cascades with balletic oomph

frozen rhapsody celebrates the winter carnival,

luminous tinsel reflections sparkle.

A lone Vesper in the dark empyrean,

 dazzles a twinkling smile,

enjoying the seasonal party.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Mish says: Write a poem of exactly 44 words (excluding the title) for the prompt word “tinsel”.






	

Unmoored…

Ballerina, Vintage, Ballet, Girl, Dancer, Tutu
pgbsimon@pixaby.com

An old sepia toned picture kindled wistful memories

of the bygone days.

 I was the diva of rhythmic prowess,

tiptoeing my way on to the stage.

Full of nimble balletic grace,

pirouetting with poise, to the musical cadence.

I was crowned the

Dancing Queen

to a thunderous applause.

Today, my passion for dance has drifted into oblivion,

as I strive to prove myself in the rat race.

It sadly rests in peace

buried under the busyness of life,

in a dark corner of my soul!

 Thank you Lillian for hosting Poetics at dVerse. This week’s prompt is to use one line from Dancing Queen , a composition by ABBA. I’ve used : Dancing Queen.

Hibernation!

Woman Using Laptop
cottonbro@pexels

Ideas tussle to come forth, jostling for my attention. But busyness keeps me on my toes to pay heed to them. Finally, when I do sit in front of the laptop, they turn frigid and decide to abandon me, in retaliation.  I mull on helplessly, as my thoughts suddenly seem to have gone into hibernation. I stare at the static page and it glares back at me with a mean coldness. My fingers go numb as I make a desperate attempt to type on the frozen keys.  With no choice, I wait for the inclement weather to pass, in hope that tomorrow’s sunshine will thaw the frosty barrenness from my mind’s creative corner.

mind’s sterile landscape

words drift to oblivion

a transient season

dverse Monday Haibun : Writer’s block

Abstract of Memories!

silhouette of woman during sunset
Mariam Soliman@unsplash

I walk down the nostalgic boulevard of memories.

As fading sunlight lingers across the horizon,

vintage sepia toned to vivid vibrancy,

my repertoire of reminisces,

paints a mélange of emotions.

Portrays an abstract of my life gone by

before waning under the dusky veil.

Quadrille #136 (44 words)

Written for dVerse. Today’s host Linda says: The word today is Linger or any form thereof.

Monsoon Nirvana!

person walking on road between green grass field during daytime
Sonika Agarwal@unsplash.com

Monsoon bells ring in the month of August, as the entire Indian peninsula is under a cloud cover. The country revels, as pellets of rains kiss the parched earth, providing much relief from the sweltering heat that saps all energy. Fresh organic landscapes replace the arid barren plains. The insipid leaves indulge in an emerald green makeover, insects cavort around in trilling conversations, meandering rivers swell with gushing pride, pastures hide under a lush grassy duvet, farmers send in a prayer of gratitude and romantic hearts drench in amorous reverie.  Man and nature rejoice, under the magical spell of the rains.

heavenly showers

verdure poetic canvas

monsoon nirvana

dversepoets Haibun Monday : August

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