Dance Joy–a Quadrille
It’s winter now.
Butterflies are gone,
sunshine
streaks through gray.
You celebrate, dance joy.
A monochromatic palette
paints my world.
Leaves moulder
nourish damp soil,
prepare for new growth.
I dance
my own autumn
until the day
I, too, may encounter butterflies
in spring.
Image: torange
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I missed the recent prompt to write a quadrille–a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word dance with an object. So, I took an old poem I had saved in my “Edit or Trash” file and did a complete overhaul on it. I wrote this in about 2002 for a friend of mine who had died at a very young age, Karen Casey, age 55. Hope I make it in time!
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
SeAsons greeting
All fOur
butterFly
danCinG
humans now
create FliGht
through liGht
inside shiNinG
briGht aLL
foUr
seaSons
lONg for
NOW..:)
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That last stanza — ‘I dance/my own autumn’ – wow. So glad you dug it out of the trash bin and gave it some more attention. Lovely.
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this is a hopeful poem and beautiful tribute to your friend
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This is a wonderful piece Victoria.. The uses of dance as object and the season metaphor works so well to describe the passing, there is so much hope in that use.
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I love that final stanza, Victoria. Beautiful.
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This is just beautiful, Victoria! Hopefully your friend is dancing joy! And I think it is always good to realize that there will be those butterflies in spring…..
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I love the dancing with the seasons, from winter, autumn, and finally for spring ~ You have a positive attitude towards the monochromotic palette of the world ~ The ending note is very inspiring ~
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This is simply stunning, Victoria. Joy is one of my favorite words – it’s my daughter’s name (twice – Abigail, which means “Joy of my Father,” and then Joy again as her middle name). I LOVE “I dance my own autumn.” May we dance in the season we’re in, always. Beautiful.
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