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She spun around, with arms spread wide
The tinsel spooling
From her outstretched hands.
Spilling from her golden crown,
And all about her glowing gown,
It glittered and eventually
Bound,
Her body to the very ground
From whence her heart and soul
Made sound.
For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: tinsel in 44 words
That was wonderful.. as long as her heart and soul are happy to be bound to the ground, that is…
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Ah, but we all are, to gravity, at the very least, and the heartbeat of the Mother Ship we’re on … But, yeah, as long as she is happy being grounded, may she flow with dance.
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Indeed. Maybe I interpreted wrong?
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Nope. It was an and and, and I wasn’t sure that I shared her comfort with the binding … but there she was, finding a voice. Whatever that voice needed to be, or how it was made, or what it said? That may be something more complex than just a dance … You read quite well between the lines … xoxo
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Phew! Sometimes I feel quite the dummy when reading too sophisticated poetry…
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Aw, but that’s the thing – mine is rarely meant to be sophisticated – what you feel is probably what I intended … (and I prefer layered to tangled, so … ;)), or at least what I hoped. Including that it can go more than one way. Just because, as you know, I’m your NYNF. … 😉
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I hear you. I admit yours don’t usually leave me scratching my head wondering wtf did I just read and what are they saying? You know those ones that you read three times and still have no idea what you just read? Thankfully, not the case with you.
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Whew … I first read THIS comment as “yours usually leave me scratching my head” and I was like “oh, no!” 😀 Ya think I have a bit of an investment in being understood? LOL.
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PS you ain’t no dummy because I ain’t got no dummy friends. Only nutty ones.
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Thank goodness for that…
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😀 Nutty tasted better, too. Who wants dummies after age 1? 😉
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True. 😉
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😀
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She sound like such a wonderful spreader of joy.
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🙂 I sure hope she is, at the very least for herself! 🙂
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Lovely rhymes throughout really make this a joyful scene
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Thank you, Phillip! 🙂 It started out more uncertain in its joy, but it found itself in the flow …
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I really love the rhyme scheme here, Na’ama. It feels natural and lovely.
❤
David
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So glad you liked it! 🙂 Rhymes are fascinating, sometimes, in how they loop themselves into each other, just for fum. 🙂
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Wrapped and strangled by tinsel is a powerful visual. Reminds me of barbed wire here.
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Ah … there can be more than one way to ‘feel’ this, isn’t there?
Barbed wire, eh? Yikes!
But, I hear ya. There are metaphors here, for sure.
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For sure, Na’ama, as many ways to feel it as there are people, each one valid.
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Yep! I rather like that, even if it makes relationships messy. 🙂
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I really like the way you used ‘tinsel” in this piece as it feels so wonderfully abstract….spreading happiness, joy, positivity but not forgetting her roots. Very nice.
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I’m so glad it spoke to you! 🙂
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Wow! A wonderful quadrille and one that is actually quite profound. Love it!
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Hi Carol! Glad you liked it and thank you for reading and commenting! It was a fun one to put together! 🙂
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The rhyming sounds wind this poem down in a gentle drape like tinsel. Well done.
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Thank you! 🙂 I’m so glad it spun its song! 🙂
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It definitely did. Happy holidays!
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🙂 Happy Holidays to you, too!
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I really appreciated the free-fall of joy and tinsel, silver and gold, spun from and around her in a dance of liberation and attachment, I think, to the earth around her. I saw a love story here. A beautifully related one, Na’ama. 💙
Pax,
Dora
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Thanks, Dora! I’m so glad you liked it and that it conjured an image and a feel in you. 🙂
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A lovely poem Na’ama
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Thank you, Sadje! 🙂
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I really like the image these lines create in my mind,
“She spun around, with arms spread wide
The tinsel spooling
From her outstretched hands.”
So lovely.
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Thanks, Ali! I’m so glad this resonated and painted a picture in your mind! 🙂 Isn’t language fun?!!!!
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Yes it is.☮️
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🙂 Yay! 🙂
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Ah. Gravity is just a theory, you know. 🙂 Nicely done, Na’ama.
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🙂 Indeed, it is … 😉
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So down to earth. 🙂
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LOL! ha!
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