Photo: Karen Forte
Oh, you King
Of the branch,
Emperor of your
Nestlings,
Purple robe
Golden crown,
Your perch all
Pomp and
Whistling.
For the dVerse poetry challenge: Majestic
Royal Purple
dVerse
Not Doom
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I am not yet
Extinct
From here.
The winds that came
Once more
To blow me into an
Oblivion of preemptive
Grief,
Are yet to fray
The threads that
Hold me
In the hope
That this time, too
Will turn
A test, not
Doom.
For the dVerse Quadrille Poetry Challenge: Extinction
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Nick’s Shtick
Photo: Alexander Dummer via Unsplash
I nicked Nick
With a stick
After he picked
And tried to hit
Me
With a brick.
He should not try
Such a sick
Kind of shtick
If he doesn’t like
Being tricked
And summarily pricked
By a royally ticked
But quick thinking
Chick.
For the dVerse Quadrille challenge: Nick
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In Between
Photo: D. Freedman
In between the wish for more
And need for less
She paused to let the breeze pass
Through
And transform her
From the rushing steps that never seem to
Gain foothold
On life,
To the tranquility of what is
Yet
to be left
Behind.
For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: tranquility
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Voice Of Song
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
There is no
Place,
No space,
Without
Voice.
If the trees of our soul
Fall
With no ears near
To hear,
Silence deafens
Roar into
Lore.
Be the voice
Of your song.
Let the air move
Through lungs
Via cords
To record:
You’re aboard.
For the dVerse Quadrille challenge: Voice
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Freckled
Photo: Mehrdad Haghighi via Unsplash
Spattered,
Scattered,
Splattered
Like galaxies
Of reversed light
Upon the expanse
Of skin.
Concentrated pigment
On the canvas
Of the body,
They speckle
Like stars
Reflected
In the negative of film.
Beloved,
They dance upon
The nose.
A freckled
Symphony
Of brown and gold.
For the dVerse Quadrille Challenge
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The Moon
Photo by George Desipris on Pexels.com
“What’s wrong?” I burst into her room with uncombed hair dripping from the bath and my bathrobe hanging half-opened.
She was sitting in her bed, sheets all tangled, the pillow clutched against her chest.
When she said not a word, I felt the terror rise inside me, too.
She’d had good cause for nightmares in the past, but it’s been years since any of those had woken her in such a state. Why now?
“What is it?” I crossed the distance from the door in three steps but dared not touch her lest my hands make her remember other ones, a lot less loving. “Can you tell me?”
She shuddered as if coming back from a great distance.
“I dreamt I was the moon,” she whispered. “Vast and cold and deathly airless.
“and,” her breath caught, “I dreamt that he found his way there.”
For the dVerse prosery challenge
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Sun Set
Photo: A.Katz
As the sun’s last light
Paints mountains
Red,
May worry find a safe
For stashing
Dread:
That morning might
Not come
Again,
That homes might turn
From hope
To strain,
And children’s cries
Will sound
In pens,
As they wake
More memories
Of pain.
For dVerse Quadrille Challenge: Sun
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The Richness Of You
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
If a hollowing sorrow
Catches your breath in a
Hold
And then folds
Like a snail
Into what can’t
Be told …
Let the richness
Of you
Spread like gold
From a long ago story
Foretold,
Like the waves’
Gentle touch
On a morning’s
Threshold.
For dVerse’s quadrille challenge: Rich
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Up in Shame
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When the world hollows out
And the sun cooks up blame,
Don’t forget there were times
When we’d known
The con-game,
And yet chose –
To our shame –
Truth’s very core to
Maim.
We allowed
A shell-game
To carve the Earth
Up
In flames.
For dVerse Quadrille Monday: Up
Na'ama Yehuda 
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