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joy
word after word arises
from the morass of her
muddled mind—memories,
loves losses tumble
onto blank pages
like flakes of snow
in wide open fields
the poet inhales sweet spring,
moldering leaves
in piles of autumn
revels in creation-bliss
waits for the unknown
Welcome to another round of dVerse Quadrille, the 39th, hosted by Bjorn. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title. This week the word that must be included in the poem itself is BLISS, in any of its forms. We hope you will join us. The pub opens at 3:00 PM EDT. The prompt is open all week.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Soooo late to the reading 😦
MOST especially love these lines:
“loves losses tumble
onto blank pages
like flakes of snow
in wide open fields”
Having lived a number of years on 15 acres of land in rural Iowa, you’ve pictured this beautifully….I remember watching those huge snow flakes drift down, the ones you can catch on your tongue, and seeing them land on the corn stalk stubs in the fields…it’s before the blanketing…when you can see them dot the land. Thanks for bringing back this memory to me…smiling I am.
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I love the vivid images of nature!
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i love how you capture the process of writing… it is totally like that.. i can so relate
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A poet’s journey of writing beautiful poetry is always blissful 🙂
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Finding the words, from the unknown a poem creates bliss
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Beautiful and breathtaking!
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Writing poetry is “creation-bliss” and captures seasons of life…a wonderful tumble of ideas, Victoria!
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Wonderful, Victoria. I love, ‘creation-bliss’, and the anticipation.
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you have drawn such joy from nature and love the way the poem tumbles out
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The envisioning of spring in autumn and the active anticipation of the unknown — inspiring poetic insight!
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GoodPost….
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I love the gentle way your quadrille unfolds, Victoria, as in:
‘loves losses tumble
onto blank pages
like flakes of snow
in wide open fields’
and the contrast of sweet spring and
‘moldering leaves
in piles of autumn’.
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this is so subtle….wonderful feeling!!
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Love how you tie up winter and spring through ‘creation-bliss’…Beautiful.
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Flakes of snow – wide open field… that line is beautiful – Some fields remain pure and clean with maybe little animal prints – others get used and marked up – Makes me think how we express our memories – some are easy and neat to write – others ring us out and cause us to have fits – and almost bleed onto the page…
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Poetry transcends the unknown most beautifully!
Hank
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I love poems about writing poetry. Very nice.
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Oh, this just tumbles so well!
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“word after word arises
from the mor(e)ass of her”
Oh lawdy. I am dying over this! It’s like you’re talking about me. 😉
Just teasing; this is gorgeous, as are all of your fabulous poems.
This is my favorite line: “loves losses tumble” … because “tumble” could be a verb or a noun (as in, “She loves loss’s tumble.”)
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Awesome alliteration here, Victoria.
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Makes me want autumn to hurry up, so I can enjoy the scents, and scenes of my favorite time of year.
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So glad you are back! You were missed. I love this poem about poetry. “like flakes of snow in wide open fields” and of course I love the lines about snow. Beautiful.
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“…waits for the unknown…”. Love that ending, Victoria. Yes, that’s what we do, isn’t it. And like Joseph said, sometimes it’s terrifying!
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So beautifully written, Victoria. Somehow the phrase “morass of her muddled mind” made me think of my mother in the early stages of her Alzheimer’s.
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I inhale this deeply, specially the sweet spring in the piles of autumn ~
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That’s a good way of looking at it, poetry making sense of the unknown.
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Excellent poem about poetry; always an intriguing journey–and the quote is great too. I love a thought you conjured for me, that every poem is a journey latched to the backs of words, and that the “unknown”, the surprise, the twist, the epiphany awaits us somewhere along the path; perhaps one of the reasons we are drawn to the writing.
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Oh I love the thought of spring in fall.. what a great way of creation in that.
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A beautiful quadrille Victoria, I love how the poet ‘revels in creation-bliss
waits for the unknown’ :o) xxx
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I liked the combination “creation-bliss”, the act of creation is blissful.
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Beautiful description of the creative process and how the poet is open to everything – good and the not so good. Really love this:
loves losses tumble
onto blank pages
like flakes of snow
in wide open fields
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Waiting for the unknown is both exciting and terrifying.
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