At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write a poem including the word shift or any of its forms.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Shift
“Life is always moving, changing, shifting into its next shape.” Melody Beattie
The Shift A little tectonic or factory floor, maybe the goal posts, something gauzy, packing boxes, another house though perhaps not yours, third gear, down fourth, deckchairs, cattle to the top paddock, hit enter, blame, the sun its shadows, environmentalism, a shift in place and time. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Beautiful poetry day!
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Many thanks 🙂
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I really like your approach to this, the terse lines and random variety of life shifts, each one it’s own little story….
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Many thanks Mish, appreciated.
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Lovely read. The various shifts described well. 🙂
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Thank you very much – appreciated 🙂
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You are welcome, Paul. 🙂
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Beautiful poem!
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Many thanks for sharing this.
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Interesting poem
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Thank you
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