Monday, August 12, 2019


Quadrille #85 … 44 words on the
subject of our inner voice.  I harken
to a time when I was newly widowed
and my inner voice challenged me as
I learned to live alone once more.
Submitted to dVerse
August 12, 2019


Furniture is polished
To warm rosy glow
Small voice says “Who’ll know?”

Soup is a’simmer
Good smells in air
Small voice says “Who’ll share?”

Windows are sparkling
Clean as can be
Small voice says “Who’ll see?”

Lesson to be learned
Small voice says “When?”


  1. I'm sure you've discovered by now that your own pleasure, opinion and voice matter too, so much. :) I love these ponderings. I am so sorry for your loss, no matter how long ago it was. I am so happy you have found your poetic voice. It's beautiful.

    1. Thank you, De. It IS a long time ago, and I've learned to treasure my solitude. My world is peopled with loving family and good friends, and now my small voice says "You win!"

  2. Your small voice has a lot to say. Glad you tamed it.

  3. That small voice has sense. I too treasure my solitude. I like all the smells and sounds in this wonderful poem

  4. You will know, and you will be happy.

    I am careful of that inner voice....I am always trying to be positive. I am glad you listened to your poetic voice Bev.

  5. That small voice likes to speak up here and there. I think you are the most important person who will know.

  6. Listening for the voice of truth amidst the questions of our hearts...glad you shared this inner conversation, Bev!

  7. Small voice says “When?” -- indeed!

  8. I love your quadrille, Bev, for reminding me that as long as we have that small voice, we know we are alive. It’s not easy when we have no one to share the warm, rosy glow, the soup and clean windows with – another reason to move closer to my daughter and grandson.

  9. I admire your strength, standing up to the little voice and carrying on. I'm not sure I'd be able to. My windows don't even sparkle now...

  10. I like that small voice asking whom one can share all this with.

  11. To be in a stage of rebuilding it sometimes help not to listen to that small voice... sooner or later answers will come to fill the void.

  12. I enjoy poems like this that often ask more questions than they answer.

  13. It is when the small voice starts to roar gets me worried, just keep doing our best I guess. this has pricked me, well done.

  14. I am reminded of the children’s story, The Little Red Hen. Lovely , Bev, and wonderful photo.