Brushed #qudrille

dVerse — Q185 Brush the Dust Off

hello poetry Bloggers of the world her at #dverse poetry pub on a quadrille Monday we have been tempted with the word brush by Lisa.

got me thinking about all those years ago as a teenager when we are still learning so much about how to do the grown up stuff.

Brushed!
#quadrille, #acrostic.

Brushed with bruises from falling into your eyes,
Rushed to quickly into your arms,
Ushered in way to deep,
Shushed when I spoke of my love,
Hushed by your lack of interest,
Escaped heartbreak at your whim,
Dashed and bruised ego learnt self - restraint.

© 02/10/2023 rog leach

spider sliver #quadrille

Quadrille #183 – A Sliver of a Poem

hello all at #dversepoets pub this evening where we are writing quadrilles a poem of 44 words to include the word sliver.

Spider
 sliver #quadrille.


A sliver of dawn sunlight catches,
My smog covered web,
Giving away my locale.

 I sliver away like the adder,
In the foggy morning light,
Until my killing web recedes.

This autumn misty morn,
Mating season has arrived,
Droplets covering slivers of my web.


© 04/09/2023 rog leach

pines #acroustic #quadrille

Quadrille #181: Are You Pining for Poems?

#dversepoetspub, #dejackson.

For many years now I have been working on a novel. based on the diaries of three main characters as the aids virus decimates the vampire population. one of the main characters ends up living in a serries of geodesic domes on the moon with a group of scientists.

poetry is one of my distractions. so I have added some to the journal entries over the years. this one will be added to the diary of Professor Gilbert (first name, no family names allowed where he lives). maybe one I will stop procrastinating and finish he thing.

pines.
#acroustc, #quadrille.

Pining for childhood forest home, after dome confinement, 
Instigates loneliness within breeding group, no love lost
Neurotic behaviour follows, sudden realisation of loss,   
Escape from the Moon Sanctuary certain death,
Stupor engulfs my breaking heart, suicide not an option.
  
Pining instigates neurotic escape stupor.

© 21/08/2023 rog leach

Cinema Yuck #quadrille

Pop Goes The Quadrille (#181)

well I bet you at #dversepoetspub can guess which corn based snack I am not a fan off?

the song that is linked here is one that was around about the time I first went to the cinema as a child. small town, tiny cinema filthy facilities etc. etc. when i smell said snack I think of that dirty old town.

Cinema Yuck! #quadrille.

Smell of hot dirty grease,
 Lights down low,
Strange noises from behind,
Sticky carpets under foot, 
 Filthy seats under clean trousers.

Adverts selling useless services,
Rancid popcorn sold by the bucket,
Overpriced Ice-cream in Intervale,
Rivers of blood on screen,
First Fleapit cinema visit.  

© 07/08/2023 rog leach

1970’s cheesy popcorn

Winters water

Frozen INN!
#quarille180, #dversepoetspub, #frozenpoem.

Steel hull frozen solid,
Awaiting springs warm thaw,
Wanting water’s sloshing sounds.
 
Steel hull frozen solid,
My heart awaiting thaw.

My home frozen INN,
Steel hull awaiting thaw.

Spring arrives bringing company,
Water’s sloshing sounds signifies.
 
Thawing of winter’s isolation,
Canal community awakening again.

© 24/07/2023 rog leach

Quadrille #180: Pouring Out Our Poems