Quadrille poem
He sat on his porch,
From dawn till dusk,
Chewed sunflower seeds,
Spat out the husk,
With that same ol’ sun,
Nurturing yields,
On the horizon,
Tending the fields,
The crop harvested,
An empty chair,
Sun sets in the West,
Seeds in the air.
My response to the prompt from dVerse.
Quadrille Monday; create a 44 word poem, using the word “seed”.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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This is beautifully rendered! 💝💝
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Thank you for your kind words Sana 😊
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This tugged at my heartstrings ….
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Wonderful! Means some words fell as they were intended.
Thank you Helen.
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Wonderful Quadrille,, well written!
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Thank you, appreciating your time in reading Rob
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Lovely rhythm to this, Darius–the circle of life!
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Thank you Meril, it is a topic which seems to come around again and again ⭕️
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You’re welcome. Indeed it does. 😀
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Fan-flippin’-tastic, Darius. This had me bopping along! And such imagery too 🙂
❤
David
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Thank you mate, that’s a very flattering review 😝
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you deserve it 🙂
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I can’t stop smiling at your quadrille, Darius!
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Oh my, why thank you ☺️
Best do more quadrilles if they make you smile!
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Great writing. Really loved the final stanza.
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Thank you Lucy 😊
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Enjoyed this!
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Awesome Carol, thank you for reading. 🙂
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Great imagery, orienting the reader in that first stanza.
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Thank you Maria 😄
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