Tag: Quadrille
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Fishy Quandries
Would I say yes? If a Galilean rabbi boarded my boat, & had me put out to preach? Then told me drop my nets? & nearly swamp my boat with netted fish after a fruitless night? Well, would I? calling us “Fishers of men…” dropped nets It’s Quadrille #228 over at dVerse, and Mish prompts…
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Willowing through Wars
bowing grateful to my seat and the world bending under this world’s heartbreak bullets killing 1,000+ one October day bombs killing over 40,000 since bending beneath Russian rockets striking Ukrainian cities Ever bowing ever bending, to be even one light left in the dark Ms. Jade Li, aka Lisa, hosts Quadrille Monday #206 over at…
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How Jarring!
So many encounters with Jar Jars of Clay how their songs still echo Jar-Jar Binks how one actor’s decision unraveled him both actor and character reviled beyond measure all the doors I left ajar on a jar of Smucker’s grape jelly a too-tight lid I’m late for De Jackson’s Quadrille #205 for dVerse. But better…
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Incandescent
A single match set the bonfire ablaze. I can see your face, incandescent in the light of those flames. I long for your eyes to catch mine. I fear your eyes catching mine. As if they would… as the last blossoms fall waning moon Mish holds down Quadrille #200! at dVerse today, where we light…
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A Gates of Fire Reminiscence
Consider the contours of the shield the one left behind and for that sin Spartan trainees forced to phalanx an old oak Later, those Hoplites would oppose the Persian charge at Thermopylae bearing, or born away on their shields 300 their sacrifice for Greece Ms. Jade, over at dVerse, hosts Quadrille Monday, where we write…
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An Unwise Disturbance
They should’ve let me sleep. They could have. A short slumber is all I asked. A brief respite of time in which to pretend I was human. But no. They awakened me. So now, they pay! whirling limbs the folly of dances with dragons Punam tends Quadrille #196 over at dVerse Poets Pub. There, we…
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This Tactility
Your touch on my face. This tremble down my spine. My caress of your own. That quiver beneath my fingertips. Is this how we know we’re alive? evening twilight how many more days do we still have? How many more times will we touch? De Jackson pubtends Quadrille #195 over at dVerse tonight, where we…
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A Gentling Art
The imagination runs wild! Cascades of caramel candy-corn torrent toward the corral. The whisperer remains seated, back straight, eyes unfocused. Imagination ninnies. Dragons scorch the house. Aliens land. Mushroom clouds burst! The whisperer remains still. Sighing, a chastened Imagination settles. returning ashore sea breeze Lillian invites us to express our imagination over at dVerse Poets’…
Frank J. Tassone 