A quadrille poem
Hitherto,
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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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
http://www.catxman.wordpress.com
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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.
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I really like that third stanza, and the idea of garden variety inspiration. I’ve had days where every idea seems just a bit too samey.
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For sure, Carol, we all do! Thank you for the comment. 🙂
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The garden is wonderful in itself but also as a metaphor… I always see parallels with gardens and libraries (and between gardeners and librarians)
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It’s fun to find all the metaphors hiding in the corners of our world. Thank you for the comment, Bjorn.
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This is incredibly gorgeous writing! I so love; “Pursuing Thalia ones lost in the woods.” 🙂
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I love this bit of play, especially:
“garden variety inspiration”
And oh, that hopeful, frozen fruit.
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Much appreciated, De. Thank you. 😌
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No frivolous words placed here whatsoever, rather a lotus in a pond deep in a forest opening – very well done…
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Very grateful for your kind comment, Ain, thank you.
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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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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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“garden variety inspiration”! 😂😂
Darius, what’s not to love about this fruit that survived the morning frost!
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Thanks, Punam!
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You are welcome.
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Clever! I wish I’d come up with that, Darius 😀
❤
David
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Thank you, mate. I quite liked it myself 😅
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Lovely words. Enjoyable quadrille.
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Thanks, Arcadia 🙂
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This wild abandonment often does produce strange fruit, many of which are readily enjoyed. I liked this ancient frolic and thinking of how to perhaps have a muse with perspective.
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😁😁 Thank you, K.
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😃
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Bravo!!! Nice one
Happy New Year
Much love…
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Much love, Gillena!
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