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Zipping

January
when the trees buzzle their roots
into the soil
below the frost line

she is waiting for the bus
           struggling to zip her coat
                              juggling hot chocolate

you stop,
make a zipping motion
a question
an offer on your face
she smiles
acquiesces

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It’s Quadrille time at dVerse!  De has charged us to include the word “Zip” in our poem of 44 words.  April has surprised me with a series of poems that are in the same voice (2nd person), telling a story of two people.  The saga began on Day 3 and continues.  I’ll ride this roller coaster until all of it has been shaken from my pockets and deposited on the ground.

Day 9

Pssst!  Join me tomorrow night – I’m hosting Poetics and we are going to paint this town!

She & He #7

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Eggscomunicated

A Silly Jilly story with a not-so-subtle allusion for the Eggerific Quadrille at dVerse.  Eggsellent of you to read, my friends!  Do scramble on down and leave a comment; serious or yolking.  A toast of the nog to Kim for being such a good egg and hosting tonight.

Eggnominiously eating every
bruised blackberry blini
Wallace wasn’t worthy
of officious offerings of
forgiveness feigningly foisted
upon undue umbrage

Unrepentantly he penned:
“This is just to say”
and
“Forgive me”
but
Wilimina was
swayed
not.

The pantry was purged
of all prestigious
fruits forever.

© Jilly & Silly Jilly  All Rights Reserved

 

 

Posted in Poetry

Into the Sun

Far-fetched fires
nonetheless
they strike you
as you round the corner
unprepared for the stunning
atrocities of every lost moment
that a century of poets
could not name

Shift your coffee to the other hand
tip your head and watch the ashes
rising up

 

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

dVerse Quadrille

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Murmuration

raising the fists of his angry politik
his angry hands
that Christmas Day
in one instant a swirling murmuration
of unsaid I’m sorrys
       in clusters of silent sevens
entered the windows, the doors,
funnelled about the room
orphaning her for once and for all.

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A Quadrille using the word ‘murmur’ for dVerse Poet’s Pub.

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It’s Only a Syndrome to Peter Pan

Jacks on the kitchen floor
Mom had the advantage
she could do the splits
I could only try

Casting aluminum stars
silver, purple, red, green
Tossing the red ball

Snatch!

Over the fence!

Double-bounce!

She
ever a child
lesson learned
never drop a star

© Jilly & Silly Jilly  All Rights Reserved

A Quadrille for dVerse where De has us bouncing into a fresh week of poetry!

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry, Poetry

McCrunchy’s Café

Come on down to McCrunchy’s Café
Come on down today!

For breakfast you’ll fare the most –
an ironic side of bacon,
unchallenged eggs over-easy,
even some wry toast –
one jittery cup of coffee; to-go.

Come on down to McCrunchy’s Café
Come on down today!

 

Posting for dVerse’s Quadrille and this is my half-poem Challenge for the December edition of Casting Bricks to Attract Jade.  Everyone is welcome to join in!

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Pressed

she stood at the dance

edging the wall

hating them all

watching the rare common girls

flipping their hair

pretending not to notice them stare

those boys standing near

who were playing for fear

games of choice and derision

like paper, rock, scissor, decision.

 

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Join us at dVerse Poet’s Pub for a bit of Quadrille word play.  It rocks!

Posted in Poetry

Up a Creek

Hey, Little Kittle

afloat upon a creek

banks of shrinking skittle

flood your eyes with leak-

ing tears, make your paddle creak.

 

My Little Kittle

sculling against the swell

your old bones are brittle

cast you now a spell

clang you loud the bell

 

© Jilly’s & Silly Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Posted for dVerse’s Quadrille using the word Creak.

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An Open Letter from Orlando to Las Vegas

Wiping fog from the glass,
darkly we see the Three that remain
when the candles are snuffed
knowing that healing comes with

How
Our
Pulsing veins
Envision heaven

not with what our voiceless pain
demands.

Rise each day to your knees.

Take my hand.

© Jilly

For dVerse, where De asks us to write quadrilles using the word Hope.