A quadrille poem

Erato blew kisses
and, I wrote
body guided on impulse.

Pursuing Thalia
ones lost in the woods -

there lies the trouble
seeking the muse in nature
leaves one open
to garden variety inspiration.

A seasonal harvest
the fruit endures
in the morning frost.

© Darius the Mate 10-01-2022

Written for dVerse.

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25 thoughts on “Verdant

  1. The gardens of the world, so florid with fruit and intent, raise their leaves high, an affirmation of sorts, rippling with the breeze and shining with the sun spears from above. Collecting the fruit gives a sense of satisfaction that we have made something organic on this our earth. It is a calling. It is a critical moment. Let us celebrate it.

    — Catxman

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    1. Thank you for taking the time to write with depth and introduce another dimension to visit, and celebrate.

      I checked out your site, and read your ‘info’ page – I enjoyed the originality, vocabulary, and adventurous writing. To add, fond of the psychedelia. Thanks again, Catxman.


  2. That third stanza is a genius move. i wondered how to write including the word “muse’ and came up empty, but you have aced it here. I find that your ending is staying with me now. Those frosty fruits, lovely but doomed.

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    1. I had a similar experience. I’ve used the word ‘muse’ in so many poems, that I wondered what I could do without it feeling tired. Gardening, not architecture – plant the seed let it grow naturally. You can see where my mind was at – the third stanza came first, in fact, and the rest budded around it.

      Thank you for the comment, Shay.

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