
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
If a hollowing sorrow
Catches your breath in a
Hold
And then folds
Like a snail
Into what can’t
Be told …
Let the richness
Of you
Spread like gold
From a long ago story
Foretold,
Like the waves’
Gentle touch
On a morning’s
Threshold.
For dVerse’s quadrille challenge: Rich
A wonderful poem, its strong rhythm carried me along
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Thank you, C.!
I am so glad it resonated and flowed for you!
🙂
Na’ama
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Yep. Indeed.
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🙂
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There are rich sounds in this quadrille. I love the assonance of ‘hollowing sorrow’ and the ‘old’ rhyme that echoes throughout like a bell.
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Thank you, Kim!
🙂
The “rich” prompt was rich in opportunity, that’s for sure! 🙂
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😊
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beautiful. loved it very much
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So glad you loved it! 🙂
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I do like the way the rhythm rolls over the phrasing of ‘old’
Beautiful
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I’m so pleased! 🙂
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🌺 🌸 🌼 🌻 🌞
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This poems rocks me gently on ocean waves.
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🙂 Those were VERY gentle ocean waves! The ocean in the mornings was literally like a golden silk curtain, spread on the water. 🙂
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Beautiful
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