missed sign


The sign is there but we miss it,

drive right by in oblivion,

not in defiance, just not seeing

caught in a daydream,

a fantasy or making plans

until reality looms and

our mind flashes back

to the yellow diamond sign

yelling “Dead End”!

©2017 Ontheland

Today’s dVerse poetics prompt is from Mish: “Today I’d like you to choose a sign as a visual prompt. Let it speak to you metaphorically or as an allegory.”  My response is a 44-word quadrille and the edited photo is from Pixabay.


At school

we studied pistils and stamens

not plants in our lives:

that black and green pepper are not related

that peppermint and catnip are mints

that pepper squash is indigenous to North America

that a peck of pickled peppers will last a year.

©2017 Ontheland

A response to Kim’s invitation to write a quadrille including ‘pepper’ for dVerse Quadrille Monday, held every second week.  The challenge is to use the theme word in a poem exactly 44 words long.


When terror strikes

we mourn in gales of sorrow,

praise those forever lost.

When torrents subside,

let us sit down and talk.

How can we know the signs,

prevent seduction,

show more caring?

Storms of carnage call for compassion,

All arrogance must be tamed.

©2017 Ontheland

With ‘storm’ as this week’s dVerse Quadrille prompt, it was hard not to think of the recent tragic events in London.  I found myself surfing the web to find information about education and support programs designed to prevent radicalization leading to violence. What I had heard on the radio seemed to be confirmed—there are few large scale initiatives…actions being taken seem to be low profile (or reported in languages other than English).  Here are three links that I found interesting:




Yogini reaches

to infinite realms

far above and deep below

as a tree

standing half lotus.

Restless dogs sigh

and settle entranced

by soft pencil

strokes that shade

each chakra

drawing out sound

as thread from a skein

weaving a moment of

silent peace.

© 2017 Ontheland

Lately I’ve started coloring as a way of relaxing.  The photo is of my first coloring project shown to provide the context for this Monday quadrille, written using the word ‘sound’ for dVerse Poets Pub.



memories mound

and stories slide,

hurts evolve and resolve

molded by life’s minute corrections.

Whole worlds dissolve

until familiar echos pan

a hidden labyrinth

at rest.

Auras waken—

they waltz your bones and

whisper ‘there was good then

and there is good now.’

©2017 Ontheland

A poem of exactly 44 words, a quadrille, for dVerse Poets Pub Monday quadrille prompt: ‘echo’.


Patterns emerge over time:

ebb, flow

snag, stall,


Tonight my meditation

cushion called.  I heard

computer hum,

crickets chirp,

dryer drone

and all that and

this, swarming

like a cloud of shadflies

settled to pleasant


a feeling of sitting

low and true.

‘Still’  is this Monday’s quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets Pub.  Grace included a quote by Ram Dass: “The quieter you become, the more you can hear.”

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Drizzle this

Earth peoples dreaming love

and peace finesse to savour,

come drizzle this:

Deep thoughts silently summoned

Rallentando time to wonder

Inner depths rippling glissandi

Zero-carbon electricity buzz

Zephyrs whispering clean techno jazz

Longed for fruits of planning revival

Eros sighs earth songs of pleasure.

©2017 Ontheland

The idea to ‘drizzle’ came from Mish at dVerse Poets Pub who hosted Monday’s Quadrille prompt.