Ah! Another Challenge, dVerse

The Day the Trees Spoke!

Here at WordPress with dVerse we are challenged to write a prose with 144 words only using the phrase “These memories were left here with the trees” — the line from the poem “How to Write a Poem in a Time of War.” dVerse calls it prose from poetry.

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As the story is told, there existed one man, one woman, Adam and Eve. Living in a lush garden, without cares everything perfect; even the fiercest animals were gentle and kind.
God gave them one commandment, not to touch or eat of the tree standing there. Delightful to look at but deadly!
Curiosity lost; with the touching of the tree, fruit eaten; the downfall of the human race.
Not the end! But the beginning!
God in His mercy did not curse the trees; instead wrought our salvation, offering another chance to humanity by the use of a tree.
Listen now to the crackling of the leaves underfoot as they searched for one specific an exceptional tree, fashioned to form the Cross to hold the Divine Body of God. The trees in the forest spoke, and “These memories were left here with the trees” FOREVER!

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“Where art thou” dVerse Poetry Forms

dVerse means poetry forms and this is my first attempt at what they are calling Dizain poetry.  Try it!  I did and it was a challenge to be sure.

Rules can be found here

 

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This day leaves seemed contrived where art thou breeze?

Anchored tight clouds cling the sky blue setting 

Swiftly in a flicker of time, a wheeze

What! A storm approaching — quite upsetting

Another grim moment unforgetting

But, wait we see the brightness of the sun

Our God is teasing us, having some fun

Making sure we know that He is still there

Believe it or not, He won’t be outdone

World again still where art thou breeze — nowhere!

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The Day the Sun Danced inspired by dVerse

A Quadrille — In the Haibun, Haiku style — just 44 words

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The Day the Sun Danced

A story to tell; so true!
Witnessed by 70,000 just like you.
Easy to believe in a big bang theory,
extraterrestrial, or silly green deal.
Imagine, the sun so high
Did actually fly!

God ordered the sun
The year 1917
To dance! Fatima

 

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Verify story here: https://www.livescience.com/29290-fatima-miracle.html

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What in the world is it?

dVerse has come up with something different so what is it?   Also, what is it, within my Prosery written here for dVerse and its host?  More questions than answers, first the rules — 144 words or less, using a particular line which is “When far away an interrupted cry.”  Use it in your story, here is my attempt below.

My Prosery

 

Oh dear, another sleepless night, looking at the clock, thinking, and it’s only 1:30 in the morning. Perhaps if a lie here a little longer I’ll fall asleep. Sigh! When far away, an interrupted cry, what was that? I wondered.
Sitting straight up, in bed, looking half numb out the opened window. To afraid to move an inch. Sounded like a bird or was it a banshee? Was it outside or inside. Did that sound come from my attic or basement?
I can’t stand another moment; I’ll sit here and say that prayer I use to say when I was a kid. “Angel of God, my guardian dear,
to whom God’s love commits me here,
ever this day be at my side,
to light and guard, to rule and guide.
Amen.” I feel sleepy now, good night whoever you are.

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Catholic Poetry Ghazal Form

Created for dVerse

 

Was swaddled laid in a creche — A manger to hold His flesh
First Christmas — Body of Christ incarnate

Thereby where animals ate — The future ours to await
Heralding the Catholic Mass — Body of Christ incarnate

A trough for the world to see — By and by would be a tree
The passion of Christ — Body of Christ incarnate

Eat My Flesh; His Voice did say — A priest during Mass now pray
Manifested reality — Body of Christ Incarnate

He gives His Body, Blood, all — His Will for us, hear His call
His offering of food, for the soul — Body of Christ incarnate

 

FullMoon

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When is a Troll not a MONSTER …?

Sing sing a troll
Round and round we go                                     ♫ Trolling Down the River
Now don’t be shy
Raise that voice         
As we troll along —
We await our turn
Humming our style
Now Reach up
Grap those vibes
Before they run away
Musical notes swaying
Our day away

 

 

Something to Cheer You for dVerse

The word for the quadrille today is “troll” or any variation or arrangement of it somehow in a poem.

Frank Hubeny says the hard part of a quadrille is that it must have exactly 44 words (excluding title). Some people find 99-word stories difficult. A quadrille permits less than half that many words.