Quiver
“Quiver”--how soft it glides ‘tween lips and teeth,
It almost feels like breathing in a wreath;
I can’t find words that can sound as tender
Except, possibly, “flower” and “whisper.”
“Quiver”--how opposite the image it brings:
Both unpleasant and delightful feelings;
Like a sore bee sting that gives the shudder,
Or a lover’s touch that makes one shiver.
A pretty thing makes one quiver with joy,
Another quivers in anger at a ploy.
One quivers, too, on witnessing horror,
But others quiver at a good humor.
“Quiver”--what a contradictory term!
It may draw a smile or may make one squirm:
A gentle breeze that does shake the flowers,
Or raging winds that come with rain showers.
A harp’s, or guitar’s, or violin’s strings
Must quiver before music can take wings;
But when the earth quivers, how great the fright
As walls come falling no matter the height.
April 1, 2023
Among 2nd Place
Writing Challenge - ‘Q’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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