dVerse Quadrille–Assault


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Assault

A Quadrille

Words force entry,
molest every conscious thought—
then, surrender, I must,
or endure unrelenting torture.

(Flames rage, out-
rage across our valley,
scorch acres
of pine, cheat grass–
assault, blast,
torment
verdant mountain ranges
where wild life
surrenders)

Burning out-of-control,
Words hound me
like fire.

Posted for dVerse Quadrille where we are to write a poem of exactly 44 words that must include the word FIRE. Please join us.

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19 thoughts on “dVerse Quadrille–Assault

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    Great energy and so powerfully!

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  2. A beautiful poem, Victoria.

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  3. Words keep haunting us in our thoughts!
    Very beautifully expressed.

    Cheers
    MeenalSonal from AuraOfThoughts

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  4. Mish says:

    A very powerful parallel between fire and those words that persist. I like the way the fire rages in the middle of your poem.

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  5. rosemawrites says:

    oh wow. the power of words indeed! love this!

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  6. What a strong opening, the idea of words forcing entry.. and they didn’t stop. Such a conflagration this poem.

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  7. lynn__ says:

    Sometimes the heated words of someone else can hound us as well…

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  8. annell4 says:

    Yes, as words do “hound,” so do fires. Live in burned ground, and memory.

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  9. kim881 says:

    I know that feeling, Victoria, when
    ‘Words force entry,
    molest every conscious thought’.
    I love the way you framed the fabulous description of wildfire in parentheses, containing its rage!

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  10. sanaarizvi says:

    My goodness this is good! Words do tend to hound us until we write them down.

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  11. Oh words and that wildfire. This is like those sentences repeating in insomnia

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  12. whimsygizmo says:

    There’s just something about the praise “hound me,” that I understand, deeply. So much truth to this, for me.

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  13. kanzensakura says:

    Wildfires can be consuming. You all have been through it with fires. I like how you makes these fires to be the true molesters, taking the land, take the homes, murdering the wildlife.

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  14. rothpoetry says:

    Wow! Words molesting the mind, fires burning the landscape and Words that must come out! Like fireweed blooming after the fire goes through!
    Dwight

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  15. I love your comparison here, Victoria. Words burning to be released.

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  16. the fast pace and smoothness of the middle stanza works really well – just like the raging fires that blazed across CA!

    Words hound me like fire… If they aren’t released, perhaps you will spark and explode like the fires …

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  17. they hound you until you write them down. That’s one way this poem could go. Or, sometimes those wildfires are necessary for regrowth – even if the wildfires are somewhat sublime and monstrous. They can act as that catalyst for change. change for the better. for us to dig deep for authenticity and bring it forth. you always make me think 😉

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  18. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice comparison of words to a wildfire.

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