Enter Death–dVerse Open Link Night


Window

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autumn window

Enter Death

Death, you’re not supposed to
come today.
Not on a day when Nature
overindulges—carves
slabs of alabaster
into a cobalt sky.
When blood-red branches
stretch out arms
to embrace the heavens in
ecstasy.

I cradle his body—
silken feathers dipped
in gold—
perfect symmetry.
His head plume,
like a tear drop,
falls to the side
as life escapes
the fragile form.

You overstepped
your boundaries.
This quail didn’t know you,
lurking in that window,
waiting with empty
promises.

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35 thoughts on “Enter Death–dVerse Open Link Night

  1. dragonkatet says:

    😦 Poor quail. But I liked the picture and some of the other images in the lines.

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  2. I’ve added a slideshow to the post you were visiting before, I think now you will be able to see it! Thank you Victoria!

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  3. come too soon and those things that will never kept the promises, You have written this so well and I almost feel like a spectator to the intimate moments when loss comes. Well done 🙂

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  4. death, a serious topic, we all have to face sometimes,
    very deep thoughts on it,
    🙂

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  5. Beautiful picturisation of the nature around you and very evocative..

    ‘When blood-red branches
    stretch out arms
    to embrace the heavens in
    ecstasy.’

    Image along with the verse was perfect too…
    Thanks for sharing…

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-fire-faayar-faayaar-dedicated.html

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  6. hobgoblin2011 says:

    Victoria, very powerful piece. You did a wonderful job with the words you’ve chosen and there’s a really good air of consistency throughout the piece. Thank you for the read

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  7. souldipper says:

    Victoria, did you pick up my sorrow over my discovery of Duc downing an adult quail? I thought he would stay true to our agreement to leave the quail alone. He didn’t and it breaks my heart no matter how much I remember instinct, drive and balance of nature.

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  8. Death will come whenever the hell he wants, it’s his nature to do so. But what a terrible blow, what an affront to innocence.

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  9. manicddaily says:

    Lovely.

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  10. I’m sorry for you have to face such moments if this is based non real events! Your poetry always amazes me Victoria!

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  11. Oh my, this was beautiful; touched my heart. Images such well done and presented. The quail and it represents was very powerful. One of my favorites.

    http://henryclemmons.wordpress.com/2011/11/02/the-man-i-am

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  12. kamana says:

    this was a beautiful read. heart felt too.

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  13. Pervagus says:

    So beautiful but I’m so relieved it wasn’t as sad as I was expecting. Still sad though, but masterfully written.

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  14. zongrik says:

    i like how you say “clouds” -> carves
    slabs of alabaster
    into a cobalt sky.

    hmnmmmm -> this quail didn’t know you (and another one did know him?? interesting concept)

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  15. Ravenblack says:

    Poor bird. It does make me sad when such things happen. The poor thing didn’t know it was a reflection and dashed right for it. Tragic on a beautiful day, usually is.

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  16. Aurora, HSP says:

    If I could say it more eloquently than Beth Winter, I would. But I can’t so let me just say “what Beth said, double double.” Wonderful, wonderful work.
    Janice

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  17. Victoria, this elegy is beautiful. The “blood-red arms” of autumn, in this scolding of Death, worked well. Poor quail – I love that you felt this deeply about a bird that no doubt when through its whole life nameless, except to the other quails. Really tender. Thanks, Amy
    Here’s what I posted for dverse:
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/11/01/skin-like-a-cloak/

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  18. a lovely poem, gorgeous autumnal imagery, setting the place for this one small death, mirroring all others

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  19. Adura Ojo says:

    Simply beautiful…the ‘merge’ of death’s song with the season and the inevitability that gets us all.

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  20. beautiful imagination Victoria..

    Someone is Special

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  21. Steve King says:

    What great imagination, paired with eloquent imagery and ideas.

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  22. Awwww…. I’ve seen that happen to birds, fly straight into windows and break their necks from doing it. How sad. Your imagery is perfect in its writing but, so sad.

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  23. I read it as though the quail was hunter not prey. Either way your careful images and textures capture the beauty and cruel foreshadowing of the season. Excellent.

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  24. Beautiful and sad, wonderful imagery.

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  25. catlas says:

    I love the part “silken feathers dipped in gold” nice work!

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  26. Kodjo Deynoo says:

    Waiting with empty promises, the sadness of it all

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  27. claudia says:

    i guess no time is a good time to say good bye…when nature flourishes it’s even harder..beautiful image and touching words victoria…wishing you a good time traveling..

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  28. wolfsrosebud says:

    loved the brush you used today

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  29. ayala says:

    Victoria, a beautiful poem!

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  30. Ruth says:

    A beautiful image – and your poem certainly does it credit, in the first stanza’s imagery, especially. The second hits hard, even though one knew from the beginning that something was not right. Poor quail. Typical of autumn, to bring home to us these extreme contrasts between death and glory.

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  31. brian says:

    oh definitely emotive victoria….i sadly will agree with beth i caught my breath in hope when it was a quail but all life is precious and death does take the inncent…

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  32. vivinfrance says:

    A beautiful but disturbing poem for All Saints Day.

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  33. Beth Winter says:

    Both the beauty and bitter sorrow are intense. Sadly, I admit that learning it was a quail was a relief although I imagine that leaving it more vague would make for an immensely powerful and versatile poem. Wonderful work.

    Beth

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