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Reverberations d’Vine

Writing Quadrilles using the word ‘echo’ over at d’Verse tonight.

I blended that with Palindrome writing.


Words trounce sunflowers blooming full yellow golden heads sunward
Sunward heads golden yellow full blooming sunflowers trounce words
Hands bleeding honey dripping dew buzz bees buzz with
With buzz bees buzz dew dripping honey bleeding hands
Turning echoes


© Jilly’s Poetry & Photos

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Rain After Drought

Another day of writing a Fib, this one ascending / descending with a bit of rhyme.





Long await

Your glorious balm

Pour out thy fire

Of cleansing pain

Gallop across this

Land with ire

Feign death




© Jilly’s Poem & Photo

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L’Orange – A Limmerick

Silly Jilly is on the loose!

There once was a chick in Orlando
Who put bread crumbs out by the handful
The mallards were hell
They rang the back bell
And fertilized all her kalanchoe

Distressed by the droppings and snaddle 
She hollered for them to skedaddle
But a brave Viking man
Came up with a plan
To end the fowl-feathered battle

In the kitchen they cooked all that day
An orange sauce flavored with bay
A large baking pot
They put on the spot
And the duckies soon waddled away!

© Jilly's Poem & Photo

Writing Limmericks over at dVerse!


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Day 26, I did not write from the (optional) NaPoWriMo suggested prompt, but was inspiried by the sonnets of interviewed poet Melissa Range, prompting me to work in the Italian Sonnet form. (Wish the meter were cleaner, but that, afterall is what the editing process is for!)


the great blue heron statue standeth he
beside the lake under the spreading oak
he hides as stealth beneath the mourning cloak
and shallow wading stalks the fish he sees
darting slipping in the reeds escapee
they, hiding there, the name of God invoke
protect their spines their gills their sins revoke
the craving hunger hunter can foresee

a bobbing neck the focused eye in wait
leans slowly in and casts a shadow not
upon the water of his hunting ground
and patient tips his eye a calm create
the penitent return their plea forgot
the saber beak will strike without a sound

© Jilly’s Poem & Photo

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Home Most Holy

A cup
With you each
Morning beside the frozen
World that buffets and bullies
Running away we with the osprey
Dragonfly rising on updrafts darting diving anhinga
These are they whose language I speak
Whose thoughts I hear screamed silently
Whose laughter I share loudly
This is home most
Holy with you
Commune and

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Writing about Community at dVerse!

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Sunrise that birthed a movement
Hangs on the wall
Flawless balance of tone
Heart slows before it


No appraisal like
Virga sky
Newest slice of moon
Hanging in the east
Viewed from the pre-dawn

The master painter
The Master painter

© Jilly's Words and Photo

Ekphrastic Poetry for NaPoWriMo  (Impression Sunrise, Monet) 
Quadrille with 'Still' for dVerse