At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words)with an invitation to write a poem using some form of the word season.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Tis The Season
“Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.” Remy de Gourmont
Unspeakable The seeds of my tangled life are sown along the edge of autumn's invitation, a propitiation for all that is yet to arise, an imaginarium of coloured experiences only the sense can speak, a whelming of the darkened cave transcended in spring's awaited consolation. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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This is a good reminder that, for all of autumn’s beauty, spring is the season we most anticipate.
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Yes, well I certainly agree with that? Thank you Ken.
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Excellent quadrille Paul. I found you perspective on the un-use of the word season to be most effective.
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I wrestled with that, but gave in to it, I really appreciate that you noticed that Rob.
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I particularly appreciated these lines:
an imaginarium of coloured experiences
only the sense can speak
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Sometimes I find there are no words possible.
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So do I.
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Autumn my favorite always, so beautiful
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Yes, I call it the other spring 🙂
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I loved this, especially the opening line. Wonderful expectations and pending transition ☺️
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Thank you very much Christine.
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Prophet. 👍
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I do try to fly that flag, I’d like to be redundant though, imagine a world that gets along? 🙂 Thank you so much Ana
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I think every time we imagine it we help bring it into being ✨
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Yes, that old saying, if you can’t imagine it it won’t happen! Thank you Ana 🙂
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Thank you, my brother
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Even though the joy of the potential on the horizon cannot be enunciated, you’ve built a fine trellis of words upon which it may climb. Excellent poem, Paul. I love this one.
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Much appreciated Lisa, thank you
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You’re welcome.
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The opening line really draws the reader in for a deeper look at what might evolve. A wonderful poem has grown
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And such a wonderful response, thank you so much for that,
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With autumn’s chill biting at my ankles, spring seems a long way off. ‘imaginarium’ – what a wonderful word.
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Bit like a planetarium but inside the mind, I love that idea, thank you Chris.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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“The seeds of my tangled life are sown
along the edge of autumn’s invitation,”
Gorgeous writing, Paul!
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Thank you Sara
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Thank you
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thank you for the reblog Micahel
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