Scared: A Quadrille 10/31/22

writing a poem that includes some form of the word scare: https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/31/quadrille-163-lets-scare-up-some-poems/

Scared

Long, boney fingers push aside
dusty folds
In the hem
on Granny’s couch
Waiting to pull my toes
and hear my cries
Mama wonders why I say “ouch”
I cannot tell her
what scares me
I stare at the tv
in a comfortable slouch
.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Quadrille #160: Poems that Pack a Punch

Join in at d’Verse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/19/quadrille-160-poems-that-pack-a-punch/

…make sure your piece contains some form of the word punch and comes in at exactly 44 words total. 

Jackie

Jackie is such a fruitcake
She has lived her life alone
She never visits family
She doesn’t even own a phone
She drinks her punch real icy
And sips her tea real hot
She always has some old cookies
But, personality she has not.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

dVerse – Monday Quadrille #149 – ‘Tis the Season

Written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/04/dverse-monday-quadrille-149-tis-the-season/

So… here we are, at the season of poem writing. Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to pen a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word season.

Welcome Spring

When winter is over
And spring has begun
The seasons are changing
New webs will be spun
New life will be made
New hope will be had
These are the dreams
Sunshine from sad

Clouds will change to fluff
Buds will change to blooms

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Eyeing the Quadrille #147

From d’Verse Poet’s Pub:

So today for you you are to write a Quadrille, 44 words which have to include the word eye in the main body of the poem,

When you are ready with your poem, please post it to your blog, and then link it up to: https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/07/eyeing-the-quadrille-147/

My Eyes

With my own eyes I see a spot
not in my head, oh no it’s not
It’s in my room, above the door
I see it float above my floor.
It floats around, this way and that
Here in 3-D it is not flat!

Quadrille #130

Written for D’verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/14/quadrille/

“smudge”.

as a verb:

to cause (something) to become messily smeared by rubbing it.

Inside

Within the small walls
confined to a tiny place
there resides a fear
that exists only here
willing itself
to escape

Within the small walls
witnessed on an empty wall
a dark smudge of ink
making one think
that someone
wanted to get out