The Scent of Remembrance...

 Violets remember, long after 

the death of one who once

walked upon this earth;

the engravings, lost to time, 

offer no assistance now,

nor records of death or birth. 

Violets bring a gentle solace

 as they perfume this unkept grave,

honoring the departed's worth.

Kim, at dverse poets, has given today's quadrille prompt. It must be exactly 44 words, not counting the title, and must include the word 'engrave' in some form. Here's the link: Engraving Poetry

Here I Am, Send Me...

 "I need a volunteer!" shouted the Captain of the Army. "Someone who is willing to go out on a limb. Anyone?"

The soldiers shuffled their feet, not daring to look at their Captain. 

The Captain continued his exhortation, " I cannot guarantee you will come through unscathed. You may even lose your life. There will be no medals, nor will there be any accolades for you to receive. Yet, be reassured, there's a lullaby for suffering."

"Excuse me," came a gentle voice. "I will volunteer for this assignment for I know the words to that lullaby, Sir." 

And with that a young man began to sing:

"Do not let your heart be troubled, 

nor let it be afraid. 

Let My perfect peace

calm you in every circumstance, 

and give you courage and strength

for every challenge."

The Captain then knew, the right soldier had volunteered...

Bjorn, at dverse poets, has set the prompt to pen a 144 word prosery. It must contain the line "there's a lullaby for suffering" which comes from Leonard Cohen's song "You Want it Darker" The song's words in my story come from the Gospel of John Chapter 14 verse 27.

Here's the link: Prosery Leonard Cohen

Carpe Diem...

An open window caught my eye,

held me fast when I did try

to seize the day and fly away

this open window bid me stay.

I wrestled hard to break on free

 to see beyond the timid me

for freedom fought is freedom won

yet to my head there was no gun.

You can do it, said my heart

it's up to you when you shall start.

Seize the day and don't look back

you'll find your way to stay on track.

With that I moved and flew on through

the open window and oh the view;

new vistas opened wide my eyes

with fresh insight on every rise.

Dora, at dverse poets, has prompted us to write a poem alluding to a window of some kind.

Here's the link: Poetry Windows

 

An Owl on the Prowl...

Time for mice to run and hide,

 as daylight fades to dusk,

replete they are from dining on,

  the gleanings of cornhusk.

The hooting of an owl is heard

amongst the forest trees,

a hapless mouse that ventures out

the owl does quickly seize.

De, at dverse poets, has prompted us to write a quadrille of exactly 44 words, not counting the title. It must contain some form of the word 'hoot'. Here's the link: Poetic Hootenanny

  

 

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Perhaps my parents should have named me

Alice,

 after the girl who went through the glass of

looking.

Would have been more appropriate

for a

lass who often ventured down rabbit holes where

reason

was elusive, yet, they named me Carol ~ 'a joyous song

to sing.'

Laura, at dverse poets, has prompted us to write a poem of 10 lines with each 'even' line having only 2 syllables. The even lines should convey a little poem in their own right. The rest of the lines are without any particular format.

Here's the link: The Poetry of Names