At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem and including some form of the word wing.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Winging It
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“I am a feather for each wind that blows.” William Shakespeare
Free That one feather free, seesawing, swaying, hanging on a note of breeze, singing soft songs of oft wings, and the great letting go, the detachment risk, no longer a flight of fancy, now an adventure of self awakening, it is its own wing, free. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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What a gorgeous line this is:
“singing soft songs of oft wings”
A beautiful piece that drifts down as gently as that feather.
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Many thanks De
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Loved it
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Thank you Cheryl
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Surreal
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I like that thought
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Ah, I like your ode to freedom very much.
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Wonderful, together we go.
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😀
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Love the thought of this… to some extent the exact opposite of what I wrote about a feather freed from its wing.
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Beautiful thoughts.
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Thank you so much Patricia.
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Thank you for the beautiful thought and poem. Love it!
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My pleasure Amy, thank you so much for reading and responding.
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Paul, you made me think of this song:
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Hey that’s one of my fave songs, thank you Lisa.
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I knew you would like it 🙂
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Loved it 🙂
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I love this line in your poem, Paul, “hanging on a note of breeze”. What auditory and visual images that invokes.
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Thank you for sharing this LuAnne, much appreciated.
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Wow so beautiful
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I too love this one, it really came together so well.
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