At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meet the Bar with an invitation to Narrative Nonsense
dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar – Narrative Nonsense
“From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.” Aeschylus
Grickle Grackle Grickle grackle mawn spreads glow across hills, all bark and tweet until the coming of the mungled breath of Boreas does break the spines of groves, and darks the valleys so with the pickle packle puddles of thin hope, shreds of life crackle and push of green arrives through the sponge of this munged quaggle. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All rights Reserved ®
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Narrative nonsense that on some level seems to make sense! 😀
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I agree! The poem seems more sensical than nonsensical to me.
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Ha, that’s the way I’d hoped, so thank you for that.
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You’re welcome!
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Yes, it’s making me pull out my dictionary! lol Good one, Paul!
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Thank you Susi – amazing response! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul!
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Nice sounds in this. Pickle pickle prob my fav
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Love these words
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So much lovely verbage here. The birth of a new life.
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Fun for the tongue!
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You have stirred my boiling pot of imagination with your whimsical lines Paul
“ shreds of life
crackle and push of green
arrives through the sponge
of this munged quaggle.”
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Haha! Wonderful sounds…well done!
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Loving the words you have used! very readable and clever!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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A fun poem and an enjoyable read! 🙂
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That is great to hear – thank you 🙂
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I love it Paul!
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Much appreciated Ingrid 🙂
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Beautifully expressed, Paul. Hopeful signs.
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Thank you so much Amy 🙂
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Love the words you created … well done. Looking now for the green in our quaggle.
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Lol, wear boots in the quaggle. 🙂
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I just love that the beauty of nature grows and thrives within this nonsense poem.
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Very Kind, thank you very much Mish.
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“the push of green” is everything. Perfectly clear nonsense, Paul.
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Ha, well that is something, thank you Lisa 🙂
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🙂 My pleasure.
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What fun you have written! Made me laugh.🤭
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Thank you Patricia – so glad it brought laughter. 🙂
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Wow. Lovely.
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Many thanks for that Rupali, much appreciated.
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Such a beautifully light hearted poem
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Glad you liked it
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I think grickle grackle will come when it gets warmer.
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Too right Bjorn 🙂
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Very nicely done!
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Thank you Dwight
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You are welcome!
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I like that line “pickle packle puddles”. What could be more fun than puddles. What kid doesn’t like puddles. It brings out the kid in me.
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Definitely so for me, I too love puddles even now, thank you for sharing that.
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there is hope in them there puddles, and Dr Seuss is smiling!
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Nice connect, Seuss – thank you very much Kate.
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good to chuck in a bit of rollicking fun now and then, keeps the smiles lifting 🙂
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I couldn’t agree more, I welcome any chance of humour 😉
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then keep smiling young man, make them all wonder!
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Yes, I love doing that 🙂
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Many thanks for the link.
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