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Earth Sighs
A Quadrille
In the gentle whisper of a breeze
I heard, “Be-
wilder.”
My loamy breast broke forth
in bloom,
cacophonies of colors rose,
swayed in birdsong.
Open-mouthed blue-
bells brushed silent blushing
roses. (Shush.)
Weeds abound, dance joyfully
abandoning white fluffy seeds
to the wind.
A poet-friend and I meet monthly to share forms and poetry. I introduced her to the Quadrille and she chose the word “Bewilder.” This is my effort, inspired by my garden that was largely neglected due to my wrist injuries and thrived without me. Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
This is delightful!!!! Reading it as if I am these lovely blooms 🙂
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Thank you for sharing this for OLN Victoria. Engaging read, and well written. Carefre! 🙂
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I like the splitting of the word “Be-
wilder.”
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It’s wonderful how much fun the garden has when we let it be for a while, I love the way you used ‘Be-wilder’! 🙂💖🌿 xxx
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I like the party in your garden. Sounds like a fun-loving bunch.
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This is so beautiful Victoria. I so love that word break – be-wilder.
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Nature has a sense of humor , cockroaches and weeds will inherit the earth . I like your line /open-mouthed blue-bells brushed silent blushing roses/–exquisite alliteration.
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Just came in from the garden and it is growing wild out there.
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I sometimes wonder at what’s determined flower or weed. I think, for example, dandelions are beautiful and Queen Ann’s lace is exquisite! Is it because they’re invasive they’re determined weeds? They are, after all, perennials! Oh well, I’ll think about that tomorrow. Great write, by the way!
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Isn’t it interesting how weeds grow so effortlessly and yet the flowere we plant seem to take a lot of work to thrive!
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