It’s Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub; time to create a 44-word poem.

This week, we’re asked to create a poem using the word “Shiver” or some word that incorporates it.

Thanks to Merril for hosting and getting us started.



Even after months or years
in the same tiny room
he rarely sleeps.

Scrambled memories
toss him out of bed.

Turning toward the frosted window,
he stares out at dull gray dawnlight
and shivers at the thought
of yet another day
on the ward.

dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #144
~ Shiver ~


26 thoughts on “Solitaire

  1. Well….if you were sitting next to me now, you’d have heard the “ohhhhh” that escaped my lips at the end of this. Painful. What an image and what a scene. Sad. Very sad. And yet true for some unfortunate souls.

  2. Our instinct is to turn any space we happen to be in, into a home. For some, it must certainly be an exhausting prospect.

  3. Yes, it seems to go on and on. Son is a retired respiratory therapist, his wife a retired nurse, and daughter is a still working pharmacist. We especially feel for the health care workers!

  4. My mind took me first to solitary confinement in a prison ward, then to a hospital or psych ward but wherever he is, he is troubled and that’s unfortunate. Well done on this short story.

  5. I’ve heard that patients in psychiatric wards just lie there listless, if they have no companion to take care of…eventually,life itself becomes a burden for them.. wonderfully penned!

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