Tag: Quadrille

Territorial

He zips in, takes a sip His long tongue rippling The sweet drink Backs up, forward again Then zip, he’s gone Should a rival dare to sip His nectar sweet and fine He’ll chase the interloper off He declares: All five feeders are mine! ___________________...

The Art of Revision

“Pick a different word,” she wrote “This word appears 44 times in this manuscript. Use your thesaurus.” So I change pain to anguish or misery Substitute torment for suffering Replace anger with outrage Switch adore for love Editing is about changing yet saying the same...

Embrace the Unsafe Life

Deep water holds the thrill of grand adventure and the potential for grievous suffering One mustn’t place the two upon the scale of life and act according to the balance thereof Instead flee the safety of the harbor and embark on your noble destiny _______________________________...

A Quadrille of Qs

Quiet all around from the quarterdeck I spied the quick quillback I heard a quack Saw a quark and a quist quickly glide away My phone camera rolled but quonk querked the video and it quit The great Quarterback above chuckled at my quest _____________________________________...

To Know and Be Known

The warm earth beneath my feet trembles with knowledge of our Creator We have this in common, the earth and me, the One who knows us and desires to be known Sometimes I forget Him Forget I am His beloved The earth never does _____________________________________...

My Muddled Mind

Muddled thoughts confused, chaotic ever churning night to day Their origin their destination It seems I cannot sway Yet El Roi the God who sees me invites me to come and pray He knows each thought each crazy fear won’t leave me in dismay __________________________________...

Gathering Treasure

Once upon a time I gathered grievances like treasure stored in my heart pain without measure I held tight to my rights I learned in time to gather forgiveness instead like leftover pieces of miracle bread when the 5,000 were fed True treasure beyond measure...

Resolve

The crowd egged Him on but He never cracked Pilate put pressure on but He didn’t blow His stack He knew what lay ahead but never shied away The hardest cross before Him but nothing made Him sway He knew He’d rise another day ———————...

Campfire Memory

Curled up next to you in our two-seater camp chair staring into the campfire warmed by fire and you We watched long-legged spiders sidle up to the edge of the fire ring trying to get warm, too Meanwhile the dogs slept in the tent __________________________________________...