it’s the way the sky
darkens, harkens
back and cracks
open with a start,
a storm,
a sun-struck
smile.
the way the
…….(fears)
years
stumble,
tumble and squall;
the way rain
………….love
or a lone tree
falls
and maybe nobody
hears it
after
all.
..
Fresh back from three weeks in my Happy Place, Lake Tahoe, I am happy to be writing a Quadrille today for Victoria’s awesome prompt over at dVerse. Come play!
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Lovely.
Hmmm – the way love falls and nobody hears it. One of the factors to consider and a marvelous line to ponder.
“the way rain
………….love
or a lone tree
falls”
I went over this part twice and then went, “Ah!” Lightning struck.
A wonderful piece! I think it is perfect!!!
I love the irregular rhyme scheme in this. It makes it flow so well.
Nice to see you back, De! I’ve been following your travels and it looks like you had a wonderful time. There’s some lovely rhyming in your Quadrille, which I wouldn’t normally associate with fear – you’ve made it sparkle with darkens/harkens, stumble/tumble!And I love the ‘sun-struck smile’.
fantastic poetry
Hella clever “Fear Factor” twist.
This is wonderful…love the imagery
Like others, I think your last stanza is killer; clever, evocative, probing. Thunder storms used to tighten me, now I take shelter & watch its fury with awe.
So stunning. I love the way you slipped in “fear” and wonder if, when you were up at the Lake, you experienced any of the t-storms we had last week.
No, we didn’t get any thunderstorms the whole 3 weeks we were up. They teased us, but never came to Incline. 😉
Yay! You are back. Your opening stanza drew me in immediately.
Lots of things to fear here, some not quite so obvious. Liked the love struck angle too
Love every lines.. ❤
It doesn’t matter if it’s heard – it IS and that is all that matters. Lovely reminder about what is important in life!
Smiling I am. I also love that last stanza. Am also struck by these words:
“a storm,
a sun-struck
smile.”
I love a summer storm…I stand out on our deck and watch the rain pour down and hear the rumbles. It makes me think that nature is grumpy. But when it’s night and the sky “strikes open with a crack” and lightning zings across the sky…that is scarey to me. So perhaps that’s why I like the idea of the sun-struck smile 🙂
The tree that tumbles alone in the forest….the other trees do hear 🙂
I really liked the “sun-struck smile” a very original image! I also like the way that “love” doesn’t rhyme with anything, in a poem with a lot of rhyme. I think that makes it stand out even more than putting it on it’s own line. Very nice!
Great to have you back De…missed your writing. This just rolls down the hill like a tucked up Hedgehog and lands with a big ol ta daa
I liked the last stanza with the “falls” and “all” sounds tying it together.
This just carried me along on creative phrases. Good write!
Interesting comparison of ‘fears’ to ‘years’. We do stumble and tumble through time, and those squalls can be unpredictable. Hopefully, no more squalls for me. 🙂
What a beautiful poem! So delightful!
Oh my–I love this! The rhythm and sound of it just rolls and trills–and maybe nobody hears it (maybe someone does).
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