he loved a linear girl unswerving in his gape-jawed puppy love
so easy to be stunned like tasering him with one look
in his stream of consciousness falling, fleeing those cliché arrows, aimed
by her apparatus of love to land just short of his path
to trudge through a flock of poison dart frogs singing with glee
for his one life the almosts and wish-it-were-so’s
those mean summer nightly chorus’s of want and yearning of
dreams playing music once more throttling back into his arms
of want and yearn intermittently broken and repaired
Kim at dVerse bids us write a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words) using the word “Rain.” Here in Florida we should be at the end of our Dry Season, a time we refer to as our Fire Season. Instead we are in a prolonged time of rain thanks to an unstable weather pattern that brings tropical moisture both day and night. There are no fires, including that rather large one that dominates the sky from dawn to dusk. 😉
An ancient Great Blue Heron knuckles across the lake to wage a fish war against the egret
We’ve designed a fighter jet after him, the way his wings are set for landing, I just don’t know which one, F-something or some other; I’m not versed in the jargon of war, but I don’t have to fish and hunt to live.
I’ll buy tilapia at the market letting the fat ones in our lake get careless and lazy sacrificing their children to the wagers of war
The Challenge: Use a line from one book as your starting line and a line from another as your poem’s end-line.
I chose to use a line from my most recent read, A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles (highly recommend it!!) as my opener, but I edited it slightly. “It is funny what comes to one at night, he said after a moment.” Pg. 289