It’s grey today, and drizzling
inside my head
clouds gather behind my eyes
Outside the sun is burning
stars are turning
and the world hurtles
on
Looking out the window
I see only the fog
of my breath,
condensed
Then, without warning,
I storm
This is a Quadrille, or a poem of exactly 44 words for dVerse Poets’ Pub. And Mish has asked us to include some form of the word, “drizzle.”
Nicely done!!
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Wonderful, Mary! I love the ending on this.
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ooh..think we’re on the same page today. I rage I storm as well. Excellent work!
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Your Quadrille speaks to me with its familiar sensations, Mary: the drizzling inside the head, clouds behind eyes and fog of breath. Storming is such a release!
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oooooooooh. the last line carry such power. wow.
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I love that ending…I storm Mary!
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Love this one! Storm away!
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Nice personification of a storm cloud.
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Yes, sometimes it feels good to storm, doesn’t it? Happens when there are drizzles inside your head!
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the last line is like a force awakened – beautiful moving words
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Wow, lovely and moody.
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I really enjoyed the cadence of your quadrille…and the perfect ending.
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Never thought of an inner weather report, but so true. ❤
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