1. At the promise of spring the schooner is finally set to sail ’tis better not to kvetch
2. Soul sisters share stories at night doing mother’s will Winning battles our way
3. With me, you better tread with caution as passion often incites treason bubbling and frothing to putrid death
4. I do have a yen for the luxury of anonymity with appreciation, this heart does beam keeping me warm and safe
5. As life transits towards the end it makes my staid life a mural of flavours and in my dreams the lullaby carries me home.
The first four stanzas were put together for the MTB at dVerse last week. Both Jane and Merril mentioned that it would be a cadralor if I added one more stanza. So I went back to my poems and picked three more end lines. Is it a cadralor now, do tell!
1.Your calloused hand in my soft one the give and the take, not discernable life flowing from my hand to yours. And vice versa. But the give sometimes more than the take.
2. I waltz with my shadow, my darkness it lets me revel in my light that shines as bright can be fiery flame fights ghostly gloominess teetering on the edge of an abyss
3. As the vegetables sizzle and simmer in the pan the laundry is folded methodically and mechanically my tea sits neglected and undrunk regret is the bitter pill I refuse to swallow but today some random thoughts make me feel antsy
4. The moon sighs at the signal for her to fade away the lord of the day is about to ascend she longs to stay and shout her love for the giver of light, in whose reflection she glows and basks
5.Juggling, balancing on the seesaw, ropewalking seemed like stunts performed for applause never interested me as a kid swinging between sanity and insanity I wish I had learnt a few of those tricks.
Written for MTB at dVerse. Today’s host Björn has asked us to write a Cadralor inspired by Jane Dougherty’s verse a few days ago.